Chapter 3

Because I’d signed the organ donation papers in advance, after Mark took his last breath, the doctor gave his body a respectful bow.

Then his corneas, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were all harvested.

Originally, his body could have been preserved in formaldehyde as a teaching specimen.

However, the accident damage was too severe.

He was just medical waste, and I brought him to the crematorium, sending him into the furnace.

Mark's hair, fat, and oils, in the raging fire:

Spinning, jumping, his eyes were closed;

The compensation money he’d never know, while I got lost in counting the dough;

Through snowy days and summer nights, I wouldn't slow;

All of it, his inheritance, a past I crushed and let go.

I was so happy I wanted to jump and do a 360-degree spin right there, then land in a split on the truck driver's head.

A mortuary assistant called me back to reality as I was about to place a small flower.

She said, "We have urns for $5,000, $6,000, $7,000."

When it was time for cremation, I ordered KFC delivery.

I pulled out a KFC bucket with Colonel Sanders on it and shook it out.

"Put it here."

The assistant rolled her eyes.

"What grudge could be this deep? We have a plastic urn on discount for just $200."

"Revenge for my child. Is that enough?"

The assistant paused, then said,

"I'll help you crush the ashes finer."

I picked up Mark's ashes, opened my backpack, and put them next to the organ donation documents.

For the first time, I felt that marriage had three great perks: pulling the plug, signing the papers, and a feast of inheritance.

Just outside the crematorium, I got a call from the hospital. The mistress, Lily, had woken up.

Lily Miller didn't come from a wealthy background, but she loved to dance.

Her parents went into debt to support her passion.

But dancing isn't just about love; it requires talent.

Without reaching a top-tier level, graduation meant unemployment.

So she latched onto Mark. Money, a company, love… and quadriplegia.

I dangled the documents in front of her.

"All the properties under your name have been seized. The $8.62 million Mark transferred to you? It's already back in my account. No offense, just wanted to show off a little."

"I don't believe you! I want to see Mark! Make him get his ass over here!"

I placed Mark's ashes on the pillow next to Lily.

"With the bucket, it weighs about three pounds. He'll never leave you now."

Truly, a pillow-person!

Lily screamed hysterically in the hospital room.

Oh, she screamed too soon. This was just the beginning. The real angels were still on their way.