He Chose Her Over Our Child’s Corpse - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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Spencer looked down at me with contempt, his voice dripping with condescension as he demanded I apologize to the woman who'd desecrated my daughter's grave.
My heart shattered into a million pieces.
I met his gaze with steel in my eyes. "Never."
Gloria seized the moment to twist the knife. "Spencer, you always said your wife was kind and gracious—what a joke. Look at her now, hysterical and unhinged. Imagine the scandal if people found out the great Spencer Jones is married to this... madwoman."
Disgust twisted Spencer's face as he snapped, "Do you hear that? Stop humiliating me. Go home to Dora—how could you leave her alone like this?"
My hands clenched into fists. "Since when do you care about Dora?"
"Of course I care!" he shot back, chest puffed with self-righteousness. "She's my only daughter. Everything I do is for her—my fortune, her future. When she marries, she'll have the grandest dowry this world has ever seen. I want her to be proud to call me her father."
His words were gasoline on the fire inside me. "Stop lying!" I screamed. "If you loved her, you wouldn't have abandoned her on that road for Gloria! She was six years old, Spencer! Six! Did you ever once think how terrified she must have been?"
"God, you're insufferable!" he roared, finally snapping. "Will you ever let this go?"
In a fit of rage, he kicked the urn beside the upturned earth.
BANG.
The ceramic shattered, ashes scattering across the ground like gray snow.
My world stopped.
Watching Dora die had destroyed me. But this—seeing her remains violated by her own father—was a deeper, more visceral agony.
Then, as if fate itself was mocking me, a cruel wind swept through, carrying the last traces of my daughter away.
"No! STOP!" I thrashed against the bodyguards, desperately clawing at the air as if I could catch the ashes. But they slipped through my fingers—just like Dora had.
Gone.
All of her. Gone.
I collapsed to my knees, digging through the dirt with bare hands, sobbing so hard my ribs ached.
Gloria sauntered over, grinding the ashes under her heel with a smirk. "Lindsey, it's just some stranger's remains. Quit the melodrama. If you want to stop Danny's burial, at least be honest about it."
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I lunged, shoving her hard. She yelped as she hit the ground.
Spencer moved like lightning. Before I could react, his palm cracked across my face.
It was the first time he'd ever struck me.
I barely felt it—my heart was already in ruins.
"You neglect Dora just to harass Gloria over your pathetic jealousy," he spat. "You're a disgrace. What kind of mother are you?"
His voice turned glacial. "You want to cry over ashes? Fine. Cry all you want. But I'm taking Dora away from you. You don't deserve her. I won't let her grow up poisoned by your spite."
He yanked out his phone, barking orders. "Jenna, move Dora to my villa immediately. Lindsey isn't to see her without my—"
"Mr. Jones," Jenna interrupted, her voice trembling. "Dora... she died in a car accident the day you were supposed to pick her up from school."
A beat of silence. Then—
"And... the grave Ms. Smith wanted for her dog? The one covered in daisies? That's where Dora's ashes were buried."
"Bullshit!" Spencer's roar shook the air. "That's impossible!"
"Sir... it's true."
My heart shattered into a million pieces.
I met his gaze with steel in my eyes. "Never."
Gloria seized the moment to twist the knife. "Spencer, you always said your wife was kind and gracious—what a joke. Look at her now, hysterical and unhinged. Imagine the scandal if people found out the great Spencer Jones is married to this... madwoman."
Disgust twisted Spencer's face as he snapped, "Do you hear that? Stop humiliating me. Go home to Dora—how could you leave her alone like this?"
My hands clenched into fists. "Since when do you care about Dora?"
"Of course I care!" he shot back, chest puffed with self-righteousness. "She's my only daughter. Everything I do is for her—my fortune, her future. When she marries, she'll have the grandest dowry this world has ever seen. I want her to be proud to call me her father."
His words were gasoline on the fire inside me. "Stop lying!" I screamed. "If you loved her, you wouldn't have abandoned her on that road for Gloria! She was six years old, Spencer! Six! Did you ever once think how terrified she must have been?"
"God, you're insufferable!" he roared, finally snapping. "Will you ever let this go?"
In a fit of rage, he kicked the urn beside the upturned earth.
BANG.
The ceramic shattered, ashes scattering across the ground like gray snow.
My world stopped.
Watching Dora die had destroyed me. But this—seeing her remains violated by her own father—was a deeper, more visceral agony.
Then, as if fate itself was mocking me, a cruel wind swept through, carrying the last traces of my daughter away.
"No! STOP!" I thrashed against the bodyguards, desperately clawing at the air as if I could catch the ashes. But they slipped through my fingers—just like Dora had.
Gone.
All of her. Gone.
I collapsed to my knees, digging through the dirt with bare hands, sobbing so hard my ribs ached.
Gloria sauntered over, grinding the ashes under her heel with a smirk. "Lindsey, it's just some stranger's remains. Quit the melodrama. If you want to stop Danny's burial, at least be honest about it."
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I lunged, shoving her hard. She yelped as she hit the ground.
Spencer moved like lightning. Before I could react, his palm cracked across my face.
It was the first time he'd ever struck me.
I barely felt it—my heart was already in ruins.
"You neglect Dora just to harass Gloria over your pathetic jealousy," he spat. "You're a disgrace. What kind of mother are you?"
His voice turned glacial. "You want to cry over ashes? Fine. Cry all you want. But I'm taking Dora away from you. You don't deserve her. I won't let her grow up poisoned by your spite."
He yanked out his phone, barking orders. "Jenna, move Dora to my villa immediately. Lindsey isn't to see her without my—"
"Mr. Jones," Jenna interrupted, her voice trembling. "Dora... she died in a car accident the day you were supposed to pick her up from school."
A beat of silence. Then—
"And... the grave Ms. Smith wanted for her dog? The one covered in daisies? That's where Dora's ashes were buried."
"Bullshit!" Spencer's roar shook the air. "That's impossible!"
"Sir... it's true."
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