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Not long after the three of them left, the lawyer caught up with Miles’s parents and handed them a document.
I stayed on the balcony, watching the drama unfold.
Miles’s mom’s hands trembled as she read the file.
The next second, she slapped Serena Blake across the face so hard it echoed.
Not stopping there, she delivered another slap, then another, hitting Serena on both sides of her face like she was keeping score.
“You filthy, shameless tramp!"
"You killed my son! How many men have you been sleeping with?"
"You’re nothing but a cheap, disgusting slut!”
Honestly, this was better than any soap opera. I almost felt like grabbing popcorn.
The lawyer, clearly satisfied, smirked and walked away without a word.
Serena, dazed and stumbling, fell to the ground, the urn in her arms tumbling out of her grip. Miles’s ashes spilled everywhere, scattering across the pavement.
As if the universe had a sense of humor, someone’s dog trotted over and promptly relieved itself on the pile of ashes.
Serena sat in the dirt, holding her swollen face, tears streaming down.
“Mom, Dad, what are you doing?! What did I do wrong?"
"This must be Lila’s doing, right? She’s the one setting me up!”
She really was naive.
She still thought Miles’s parents had a shot at getting anything from me, which was why she kept clinging to them.
Miles’s mom, meanwhile, scrambled to shoo the dog away and frantically tried to scoop Miles’s ashes back into the urn.
Miles’s dad wasn’t as forgiving.
He kicked Serena hard in the stomach, sending her sprawling.
“Tell me the truth, you tramp! Whose bastard is that in your belly?!”
The file I’d shown them was none other than Miles’s medical report, which confirmed that he was infertile.
The child Serena was carrying?
It wasn’t his.
The kick was brutal.
Serena screamed in pain and passed out cold.
I decided to be a good Samaritan and called 911—for both an ambulance and the cops.
Before either could arrive, Miles’s parents vanished into thin air.
It wasn’t long before I got the update.
Serena had suffered a miscarriage and needed emergency surgery to remove her uterus.
As for Miles’s parents?
They got matching bracelets of their own, joining the rest of their relatives in jail.
Karma, served cold.
I wasted no time clearing the house of anything and everything that reminded me of Miles.
It was like he’d never existed.
The following days were blissfully quiet.
I focused on restructuring the company, making sure every one of Miles’s cronies was cut loose.
No loose ends.
But the peace didn’t last long.
One afternoon, the doorbell rang.
And there they were—Miles’s parents, back again, much sooner than I expected.
The moment she saw me, Miles’s mom dropped to her knees, sobbing hysterically.
“Lila, I was wrong, okay? I was so wrong. Please… you and Miles were husband and wife."
"You loved him once. Can’t you just give him a proper funeral? Let him go with dignity.”
Ah, yes.
I did love him once.
I loved him so much that I handed over my family’s company without a second thought.
And what did he do?
Kill my parents, take half their inheritance, and plot to kill me so he could have the rest.
I bent down and gently helped her to her feet.
“We’re family,” I said with a soft smile.
“As his wife, of course I’ll make sure Miles gets the send-off he deserves. It’ll be a grand affair.”
Her tears turned to a flood of gratitude.
“Lila, thank you! Oh, and about that $10 million we owe…”
I pulled the IOU from my pocket and tore it in half right in front of her.
“No need to worry about it. I know you can’t pay, so let’s forget about it.”
Her face lit up.
“Lila, you’re the best daughter-in-law. Truly, the best.”
True to my word, I arranged a grand funeral.
I set up a massive memorial in the neighborhood, inviting all of Miles’s friends, colleagues, and even former classmates.
The turnout was enormous—everyone wanted to pay their respects to the CEO.
Miles’s parents basked in the attention, their heads held high.
Everyone treated them with such respect, their egos were practically glowing.
Then, it was time for my speech.
Standing at the front of the room, I began playing a slideshow—a collection of photos documenting Miles’s life.
But instead of the usual “happy memories,” the screen was filled with photos of Miles and Serena in compromising positions—every sleazy, shameful moment captured in vivid detail.
The room fell silent, jaws dropping all around.
I stepped up to the microphone, my voice steady.
“Many of you have been asking how Miles died. Well… this is why.”
I stayed on the balcony, watching the drama unfold.
Miles’s mom’s hands trembled as she read the file.
The next second, she slapped Serena Blake across the face so hard it echoed.
Not stopping there, she delivered another slap, then another, hitting Serena on both sides of her face like she was keeping score.
“You filthy, shameless tramp!"
"You killed my son! How many men have you been sleeping with?"
"You’re nothing but a cheap, disgusting slut!”
Honestly, this was better than any soap opera. I almost felt like grabbing popcorn.
The lawyer, clearly satisfied, smirked and walked away without a word.
Serena, dazed and stumbling, fell to the ground, the urn in her arms tumbling out of her grip. Miles’s ashes spilled everywhere, scattering across the pavement.
As if the universe had a sense of humor, someone’s dog trotted over and promptly relieved itself on the pile of ashes.
Serena sat in the dirt, holding her swollen face, tears streaming down.
“Mom, Dad, what are you doing?! What did I do wrong?"
"This must be Lila’s doing, right? She’s the one setting me up!”
She really was naive.
She still thought Miles’s parents had a shot at getting anything from me, which was why she kept clinging to them.
Miles’s mom, meanwhile, scrambled to shoo the dog away and frantically tried to scoop Miles’s ashes back into the urn.
Miles’s dad wasn’t as forgiving.
He kicked Serena hard in the stomach, sending her sprawling.
“Tell me the truth, you tramp! Whose bastard is that in your belly?!”
The file I’d shown them was none other than Miles’s medical report, which confirmed that he was infertile.
The child Serena was carrying?
It wasn’t his.
The kick was brutal.
Serena screamed in pain and passed out cold.
I decided to be a good Samaritan and called 911—for both an ambulance and the cops.
Before either could arrive, Miles’s parents vanished into thin air.
It wasn’t long before I got the update.
Serena had suffered a miscarriage and needed emergency surgery to remove her uterus.
As for Miles’s parents?
They got matching bracelets of their own, joining the rest of their relatives in jail.
Karma, served cold.
I wasted no time clearing the house of anything and everything that reminded me of Miles.
It was like he’d never existed.
The following days were blissfully quiet.
I focused on restructuring the company, making sure every one of Miles’s cronies was cut loose.
No loose ends.
But the peace didn’t last long.
One afternoon, the doorbell rang.
And there they were—Miles’s parents, back again, much sooner than I expected.
The moment she saw me, Miles’s mom dropped to her knees, sobbing hysterically.
“Lila, I was wrong, okay? I was so wrong. Please… you and Miles were husband and wife."
"You loved him once. Can’t you just give him a proper funeral? Let him go with dignity.”
Ah, yes.
I did love him once.
I loved him so much that I handed over my family’s company without a second thought.
And what did he do?
Kill my parents, take half their inheritance, and plot to kill me so he could have the rest.
I bent down and gently helped her to her feet.
“We’re family,” I said with a soft smile.
“As his wife, of course I’ll make sure Miles gets the send-off he deserves. It’ll be a grand affair.”
Her tears turned to a flood of gratitude.
“Lila, thank you! Oh, and about that $10 million we owe…”
I pulled the IOU from my pocket and tore it in half right in front of her.
“No need to worry about it. I know you can’t pay, so let’s forget about it.”
Her face lit up.
“Lila, you’re the best daughter-in-law. Truly, the best.”
True to my word, I arranged a grand funeral.
I set up a massive memorial in the neighborhood, inviting all of Miles’s friends, colleagues, and even former classmates.
The turnout was enormous—everyone wanted to pay their respects to the CEO.
Miles’s parents basked in the attention, their heads held high.
Everyone treated them with such respect, their egos were practically glowing.
Then, it was time for my speech.
Standing at the front of the room, I began playing a slideshow—a collection of photos documenting Miles’s life.
But instead of the usual “happy memories,” the screen was filled with photos of Miles and Serena in compromising positions—every sleazy, shameful moment captured in vivid detail.
The room fell silent, jaws dropping all around.
I stepped up to the microphone, my voice steady.
“Many of you have been asking how Miles died. Well… this is why.”
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