Chapter 2 Cremating Scumbags (2)
I rushed outside the hospital’s operating room after sitting in the cold hallway for over an hour.
The door to the operating room opens, and Natalie removes her mask and steps out. She looks at me with a look of hatred.
"You’ve taken the place that should have been mine. Are you happy now?"
" Tom’s dead. Sudden cardiac arrest!"
She stared at me, her eyes full of contempt, accusing me.
"He loved you so much, and I even gave up my place as his wife for you. Now he has cancer, his company went bankrupt, and you’re this heartless?"
Love me? Give up your place for me?
And now it’s my fault?
But not before I said anything, Natalie turned away with a cold grunt.
The other doctors rushed to call out to me.
"It’s a family member, right? Come on, let me issue the death certificate for you."
I looked at Natalie’s back and barely held back my laughter.
Tom is dead?
No possible!
When he jumped off the building in his past life, he had already designed to fake his death and elope with his first love and transferred the company property early.
He discounted and took all the assets away but quietly transferred the liabilities to me.
Then he can go out in style with Natalie while I take the fall for him.
Suppose I hadn’t acted like a fool with the property. I inherited it from my grandfather, trying to help him.
He will not change this outlaw plan either.
He backhanded me off a tall building to get my assets and inherited my estate.
This time, even though I didn’t see him fall to his death, I have other ways.
In the empty morgue room, Tom lay silently, his body already covered with a white sheet.
I was about to reach down and lift it when Natalie suddenly came in.
She held the dialed cell phone in front of my eyes, and the voice of Tom’s mother, Mrs. Sangria, came from it.
" Sheila, we’re on our way. Don’t cry too much,"
"Tom loves you the most. If you get sick from being too upset, Tom won’t rest peacefully even in heaven."
Natalie stared at me, her tone mournful and jealous out loud.
"Before he died, he kept saying your name and even left a will for you early on. Sheila, you’re so lucky."
I frowned slightly; this didn’t seem like something Natalie would say.
Just as I was feeling puzzled, Natalie handed me a will.
I opened it, and it would have been a touching will if it hadn’t ended with the line "All estates and debts shall belong to the heirs."
Sangria’s voice came again from the cell phone.
"Yes, Tom is giving you all he has, and though it contains a little debt, you will still get a good deal of property."
I almost laughed out of anger.
That debt is the biggest pitfall.
Sangria is still acting up, and her huffing and puffing are still coming from her hand.
" Tom left you everything. He loved you."
"But Sheila, we’ll still be a family, we’ll still be your parents, and we’ll be good to you from now on!"
Natalie didn’t forget to speak up for Sangria.
"Tom has been so kind to you and left you an inheritance. I advise you to take good care of Tom’s parents from now on."
Do you want me to stay and babysit for free? Dream on, all of them!
I held a tight knot in my chest and stared Natalie dead in the face.
Just an afterglow, I suddenly saw the white cloth rise and fall a few times with Tom’s breathing.
He isn’t dead! And now he’s still here playing dead with me!
Although I recognized their scheme, I did not reveal it.
Under Natalie’s watchful eye, my empty eyes stared ahead as I slowly slid down against the wall, tears streaming down my face.
I leaned over, hugged my knees, and cried out in pain.
The only two people left inside eventually were Tom and me.
He’s playing dead, and I’m fake crying.
When I’d cried enough to get out, I watched Natalie go in and backhandedly contact the crematorium on the phone straight away.
"Hello, hello, Tom passed away; I want to bury him as soon as possible. Please help me prepare the cremation process as soon as possible."
When the other guy hesitated, I added more money.
"Please come and hurry. I can’t bear to see him dead."
They agreed immediately and sent a private car straight away.
The phone hangs up, and Sangria’s call suddenly comes in.
As soon as she got through, her wails came through.
"My son, how pitiful—he was just in his middle years! Sheila, please keep Tom at the hospital. We need to see him one last time!"
I sobbed as I signed Tom’s death certificate.
"But Sangria, Tom is dead, and I signed the death certificate."
The other froze and quirked again.
"Keep him at the hospital for now. Don’t move his body. We’ll discuss everything once we get there."
"We’ll go out now and be there in an hour."
I took the information out the door, wiped away tears that weren’t there and choked out a response.
"But the crematorium bus is arriving soon. I’ve made a reservation for the furnace. ......"
" Sangria, I really can’t bear to see Tom’s body. It would be a pain for us."
Sangria was so anxious that she didn’t know what to say when the angry roar of Tom’s father, Mr. Aaron, suddenly came on the other end of the phone.
"How could you not ask for our permission? Tom’s body is in the hospital until we see it!"
"If you dare move him without permission, I swear I won’t let you off!"
Now, I’m more sure that Tom’s parents also know about Tom’s plan to fake his death.
Natalie’s existence has been known to them even for a long time.
But the person who cooks does their chores and waits on them daily is me.
After I got married, I also got Grandpa to take the money and invest in Tom’s business.
Without me, Tom’s family would never have been able to live a prosperous life.
But all I got in return was their inhumanity in helping Tom pit me against them.
They want me, an innocent person, to bear all the consequences for their family’s future happiness!
Why!
I gritted my teeth and smiled darkly, pretending to have the wrong signal, and just hung up and muted the phone.
It didn’t take long for Natalie to leave the morgue.
I went in again and found Tom was indeed not breathing with a heartbeat but found a tiny pinprick in his arm.
It should be Natalie who injected him with some drugs. Great! He won’t even struggle when he’s pushed into the furnace later.
I went downstairs at once and fetched the crematorium.
At this point, Sangria’s call came again. I didn’t answer it, so I turned it off.
I followed the car to the crematorium and was about to arrive when I turned on my computer and sent them a message.
But what I sent was the address of the crematorium.
The phone turned off again, and I looked at Tom, who was covered by a white cloth in front of me, and shed tears of joy.
" Tom, goodbye."
The person next to me relieved me, but I cried harder.
God knows how happy I am.
He was the one who joined Natalie in faking her death in the first place, and I, the wife who didn’t know anything about it, went through all the usual formalities.
Don’t blame me if he gets burned to ashes in the furnace later.
Twenty minutes later, Tom was shoved into the cremation oven.
Tom’s parents arrived the moment I heard movement behind me
I immediately hit the cremation start button.