I Let His Mistress Die, Now He's Burying Me Alive - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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The acrid smoke slowly cleared as I hacked violently, clawing my way through the wreckage with trembling hands. My head spun with shock - I was still alive!
Then it hit me. "Mother!" I whipped around to see her pinned beneath the collapsed wall, her body mangled beyond recognition. Only her bloodied head remained untouched, those venomous eyes locking onto mine with undying hatred.
"You... murdered me..." she gurgled, blood bubbling at her lips. "I'll haunt you... from the grave..."
"Stop it!" I screamed. "This was an accident!"
The pounding of footsteps interrupted us as Owen came crashing through the debris. "Mom! Jesus Christ—" His voice broke when he saw the grisly sight. Falling to his knees, he cradled her ruined face as tears cut tracks through the dust on his cheeks. "I should've known... the earthquake zone..."
Bianca arrived panting beside us. "Mrs. Miller! We'll—"
"Bianca..." my mother-in-law rasped, her dying breath carrying one last poison. "Avenge... me..." Her head lolled sideways, but those hate-filled eyes stayed fixed on me even in death.
The bitch had won. With her final act, she'd planted the seed of doubt between me and Owen, pushing him toward Bianca. After five years of being the perfect wife - cooking his meals, tending his home, swallowing every insult - this was my reward?
But Owen's reaction chilled me to the bone. No screaming. No accusations. Just icy calm as he said, "Make the funeral arrangements." That terrifying composure scared me more than any outburst.
Bianca touched my shoulder, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Lily... I'm so sorry."
The following days passed in eerie silence. Owen moved like a ghost through funeral preparations, face unreadable. Bianca shadowed him like a dutiful wife, while I watched them both like a hawk.
When burial day came, history repeated itself - just with different victims. No ceremony. No mourners. Just the three of us carrying her ashes to the graveyard.
This time, I was ready. I combed through the car for hidden gasoline cans. Demanded we bury her at 10 AM when the cemetery would be crowded. No way he could burn me alive with witnesses everywhere.
As we lowered the urn, Owen pulled two shovels from the trunk. My fingers had just brushed the handle when I saw it - the mask slipped. His eyes burned crimson with murderous intent.
"You actually thought I'd let my mother's killer live?" he snarled, spit flying. "You're going in the ground with her, Lily!"
The shovel whistled through the air toward my skull.
Then it hit me. "Mother!" I whipped around to see her pinned beneath the collapsed wall, her body mangled beyond recognition. Only her bloodied head remained untouched, those venomous eyes locking onto mine with undying hatred.
"You... murdered me..." she gurgled, blood bubbling at her lips. "I'll haunt you... from the grave..."
"Stop it!" I screamed. "This was an accident!"
The pounding of footsteps interrupted us as Owen came crashing through the debris. "Mom! Jesus Christ—" His voice broke when he saw the grisly sight. Falling to his knees, he cradled her ruined face as tears cut tracks through the dust on his cheeks. "I should've known... the earthquake zone..."
Bianca arrived panting beside us. "Mrs. Miller! We'll—"
"Bianca..." my mother-in-law rasped, her dying breath carrying one last poison. "Avenge... me..." Her head lolled sideways, but those hate-filled eyes stayed fixed on me even in death.
The bitch had won. With her final act, she'd planted the seed of doubt between me and Owen, pushing him toward Bianca. After five years of being the perfect wife - cooking his meals, tending his home, swallowing every insult - this was my reward?
But Owen's reaction chilled me to the bone. No screaming. No accusations. Just icy calm as he said, "Make the funeral arrangements." That terrifying composure scared me more than any outburst.
Bianca touched my shoulder, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Lily... I'm so sorry."
The following days passed in eerie silence. Owen moved like a ghost through funeral preparations, face unreadable. Bianca shadowed him like a dutiful wife, while I watched them both like a hawk.
When burial day came, history repeated itself - just with different victims. No ceremony. No mourners. Just the three of us carrying her ashes to the graveyard.
This time, I was ready. I combed through the car for hidden gasoline cans. Demanded we bury her at 10 AM when the cemetery would be crowded. No way he could burn me alive with witnesses everywhere.
As we lowered the urn, Owen pulled two shovels from the trunk. My fingers had just brushed the handle when I saw it - the mask slipped. His eyes burned crimson with murderous intent.
"You actually thought I'd let my mother's killer live?" he snarled, spit flying. "You're going in the ground with her, Lily!"
The shovel whistled through the air toward my skull.
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