“Fitch, your crazy wife hurt me, boo hoo.”

Brynn’s fake sobbing disgusted me. I only regretted not hurting her more.

Fitch looked at her arm, his eyes full of concern.

“Fitch, Jolin is dead! You kicked over her urn, you’re a monster! She will never have another birthday, do you understand?”

If looks could kill, everyone present would be dead.

My words made Fitch pause, his expression turning from shock to anger.

“Nicole, are you out of your mind? You just want to use this as an excuse to get a divorce, don’t you? You're always cursing our daughter. Jolin can’t stay with you anymore.”

Even now, he thought I...