Chapter 3

After Chloe was cremated, I began to prepare her funeral.

The little girl who had embodied every bit of joy and warmth in my life was now reduced to a cold urn of ashes, resting in my hands.

After much thought, I decided that Sarah should still be invited to the funeral. Despite everything, she was Chloe’s mother. She deserved to be there.

I called her again and again, but my calls either went straight to voicemail or rang endlessly without being answered.

With each unanswered call, the silence around me felt heavier. In the distance, I could hear laughter coming from the room next door.

I never expected that, even after our daughter’s death, my wife wouldn’t want to attend her funeral.

Suddenly, a soft ping alerted me to a message on my phone. I checked it and saw a notification for a bank deduction of fifteen thousand pounds.

Fifteen thousand wasn’t a huge sum for me, but the recipient caught my attention—St. George's Hospital.

I hadn’t made any payments for my own care yet, so there was only one possibility. Sarah had used my card to pay for David and Emily’s hospital fees!

While Chloe lay in a cold, lifeless urn, David and his daughter were enjoying the luxury of a private hospital suite, all paid for with my money. Rage bubbled up inside me.

Without a second thought, I stormed into the room next door.

David didn’t even bother to look up, assuming it was Sarah.

“You’re back so soon, Sarah?” he said casually. “Emily was just saying how much she missed you.”

The irony hit me like a slap in the face. Sarah, who couldn’t even be bothered to check on our daughter, rushed to David’s side the moment Emily expressed the slightest longing for her.

There was no point in pretending anymore.

I said coldly, “David, you’ve racked up fifteen thousand pounds in hospital bills. How would you like to pay? Cash or transfer?”

David’s head jerked up in shock, his large eyes wide with fear.

“John… What are you doing here?”

I gave him a bitter smile, pulling out my phone to show him the bank notification.

“Sarah doesn’t have any money of her own. Everything she’s spent on you—this hospital stay, the fancy clothes, the villa rent—has all come out of my pocket.”

"This time, it’s fifteen thousand. Add to that everything else I’ve provided for you, and the rent on the villa. You owe me one hundred and twenty-five thousand pounds.”

David’s face turned pale.

“That’s impossible… You must have made a mistake. How could it add up to that much?”

I was about to answer when Sarah stormed into the room, cutting me off.

"John, what are you doing? Are you seriously harassing David and Emily while I'm not here?”

“They’re still recovering, and you have the audacity to ask them for money?”

"Is there anything in your world besides money?"

Sarah shoved me aside, placing herself protectively between me and David.