Cheryl's POV
When my mom was seriously ill, Vince could’ve saved her.
But he didn’t lift a finger.
And Darlene? She was the one who pulled out my mom’s oxygen tube.
She looked me in the eye and said it was their revenge.
Looking back now, maybe all of this was just my punishment for marrying Vince.
I turned off my phone and stopped checking the news online. I couldn’t take it anymore.
The mourning hall was still set up. I placed the two urns gently on the table, and the tears just wouldn’t stop.
I hated myself for being so weak, so spineless.
If I had just stood my ground earlier, forced the divorce, and taken the kids abroad when I had the chance… would things have ended differently?
Would they still be alive?
I cried until my voice gave out, collapsing to the floor with nothing but regret. The grief came in waves, drowning me.
Then, I heard footsteps outside.
Darlene’s voice followed, dripping with flirtation and sugar-coated seduction.
“Vince, thank you for the necklace. I’ll make sure to repay you properly tonight.”
She stepped into the mourning hall and wrinkled her nose.
“Ugh, what a depressing setup. Your wife’s really lost it. Isn’t she taking this act a little too far?”
Vince lazily glanced around, then suddenly grabbed Darlene by the waist and lifted her up onto the table.
“Who cares? We’ve never tried it in a mourning hall before, have we?” He smirked. “It’s been months since I’ve had your pussy… wanna give it a go right here, little minx?”
Right there, in front of my children’s altar, they started indulging themselves.
They were so lost in each other, they didn’t even see me lying on the floor just a few feet away.
Still, I stayed silent, quietly unlocked my phone, and hit the record button instead.
Then, using the exact same tactics Vince had used on me, I posted the video online.
The next morning, he kicked open my door in a fit of rage.
“Cheryl! Are you insane?! Did you post that video last night?! If you’ve got a problem, take it out on me! Why drag Darlene into this? She’s just a young girl! Do you want to destroy her?!”
He grabbed my collar with shaking hands, fury burning in his bloodshot eyes.
“Delete it. Now!”
I stared at him blankly, then let out a cold laugh.
“Why? Isn’t this exactly what you taught me? You were the one who hired fake accounts to flood the internet with lies about me. I’m just returning the favor.”
The video of their little performance went viral overnight.
People couldn’t look away, especially because it all happened right in front of two black-and-white portraits—my children’s memorial photos.
And I’d made sure the caption couldn’t be ignored:
[Twisted! Father of Two Dead Children Caught Having Sex in Their Mourning Hall]
Vince went ballistic. I heard he smashed one of the antique wine glasses he bought for a fortune at the auction.
The footage was crystal clear.
Every detail of Darlene’s body was exposed, right down to the small baby bump that hadn’t gone unnoticed by sharp-eyed viewers.
As such, another wave of public outrage erupted.
But I didn’t feel even a flicker of satisfaction.
I sat silently, staring at the urns that held my babies.
This was just the beginning.
But Darlene started losing it. She pulled a knife from the kitchen, screaming she’d kill herself.
Next, she threatened to jump from the second-floor balcony, driving Vince crazy.
He kept coming back to threaten me, demanding I delete the video before things got even uglier.
“Do whatever you want,” I told him with a scoff, slipping into a fresh outfit and walking out of the house without looking back.
From then on, he had his bodyguards tracking my every move, constantly checking where I went, afraid I might retaliate against Darlene.
But I didn’t go anywhere shady.
I just went to the auction house every single day.
At first, the regulars there looked down on me with whispers, sneers, and pitiful glances.
Then they got curious.
And slowly, their eyes changed from scorn to respect.
I never bid on anything else.
Only one thing.
