Chapter 3 White-hot Fury

I stormed up to them in a rage and flipped her urn away. Then, I hissed darkly, "You don't even care about your own wife's funeral! You mocked your dead wife, but you'd set up a grand funeral for a damn tortoise? A damn tortoise! You disgust me, Samuel!"

A heartbroken Jade cried, "Didi! Didi! How could you, Penelope? Have a heart!"

"My heart's broken, scum." I sneered. "You know why your tortoise died? Because its master is an evil witch. If you ask me, you and your bastard brother should be the ones who died."

Chris darted over and glared at me. "I won't let you talk to them like that, you witch! She cares about a tortoise as though it's family! She's a kind woman! How dare you insult her!"

I hissed, "Shut your mouth, idiot boy! To think my best friend treated you like her own. No, how dare you insult her, crotch goblin! You're every bit like your father and uncle. Stupid, blind, obtuse, has an ego bigger than the world, and beyond saving!"

Jade donned a heartbroken look. "How could you talk to Chris like that? I know you hate me, but love is love." She suddenly came up to me and grabbed my arm. Pleading, she said, "I know you hate me, but please, show me mercy. My baby's innocent.

"Just… just stop this. I'll leave Sam. I won't come back ever again."

Alarm bells rang in my head. I tried to shake off her hand, but she suddenly fell backward as if I was the one who shoved her. The shocked Samuel quickly put an arm around her back. "Jade!" He screamed.

A furious Timothy lunged and grabbed my arm.

I roared in agitation, "Don't touch me!"

He saw me holding the urn protectively, so he yanked it away from my hands. "You're still lying even now?" he yelled.

Horror crept up to my face. I couldn't stop him. All I could do was watch as he hurled the urn down to the ground. The ash spilled, and I snapped. "I'll kill you, Timothy!"

I quickly crouched and tried to pick up the ash, but Chris ran up and kicked the urn, toppling it over. The ash spread further across the ground.

I snapped and clasped my hand around the boy's neck, my grip tightening at an alarming rate. He looked at the crazed woman before him in horror.

Timothy pushed my hand down. Pain stabbed my mind, and I let the boy go. Then, Timothy dragged me back up. His eyes were filled with rage. I know that if looks could kill, I'd be dead.

"You'd hit your own son, Penelope? You're mad! You need to be taught a lesson!" He dragged me to the mourning hall next door, but it was dark and empty. Surprise caught him, and he froze.

He was holding my shoulder in a vice grip. My face was contorted in rage, and my arm was screaming out in pain.

Timothy thought I was the one in the wrong here. He pinned me against the ground, intent on delivering justice for Jade. "Last warning, Penelope. Apologize to Jade right now, or we're getting a divorce."

Samuel came in with the 'hurt' Jade. He looked at me coldly and said imperiously, "No matter what Rachel did, she's still my wife. Just apologize to Jade, and…"

I was trembling with white-hot fury as I chomped on Timothy's hand. Pain hit him, and he loosened his grip. I pounced at the altar and grabbed the covered portrait.

Then I stormed up to Samuel. "Damn you! Damn all of you!" I smashed the portrait on Samuel's head. "You think I'm lying? Then open those useless eyes of yours! See who's the one that died!"

Blood spilled down Samuel's forehead. The portrait hit the ground, and the cloth fell off, revealing the portrait of Rachel. A broken Rachel.