Warmth Lost to the Deep

After being diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, I begged enough money for a sea burial.

But the day before the funeral, my ex-husband Adrian dragged me back to his mansion to take the fall for his precious darling.

My daughter cursed me, my brother crushed my medication, and the whole internet waited to watch the "vicious ex-wife" become a joke.

They didn't know about the will in my pocket, or that the blood I coughed up had already stained my burial contract.

Only after I died alone in a prison cell and the autopsy report went public did they start clawing for my remains.