Chapter 5

With that, she pulled a tablet from her bag, cued up an adult film, and placed it in front of the grave.

"Harper's sister must have loved watching these. Think of it as her final send-off."

I struggled to control my burning rage, asking Brandon in a cold voice,

"Are you just going to stand there and watch your sister's grave be desecrated? Watch her be shamed even in death?"

Brandon replied dismissively,

"What shame? This is just catering to her preferences."

"Catering to her preferences? Who told you my sister liked this?"

"This is a cemetery. Respect for the dead, Brandon. No matter how much you hate me, you should show some respect to the deceased."

"Putting a pornographic film in front of a grave? Is that something a decent person would do?"

The last few sentences were shouted so loudly that my voice was starting to crack.

Chloe's eyes welled up instantly, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"Brandon, what do I do? Harper is mad at me, she's yelling."

Brandon pulled her into his arms, glaring fiercely at me.

"That kind of trash your sister was, if her death can make Chloe happy, then it was worth something."

If he knew he was entertaining his mistress at the funeral of the sister he cherished most, I wondered if he'd still be so calm. Thinking this, I couldn't help but let a cold smile play on my lips. "Fine, just have fun."

Brandon looked at me suspiciously, about to say something, but Chloe cut him off.

"Harper, as women, we should listen to our husbands. Don't always act so high and mighty just because your family has money. It's not a good look."

These words made Brandon nod in agreement.

"Chloe's right. If you just change those awful habits, we don't have to divorce."

At that moment, other families holding funerals began to arrive at the cemetery. They all looked surprised when they saw our area, and some even called the cemetery administrator over directly.

"What are you doing here?"

The elderly administrator yelled furiously.

"This is a cemetery, not some illicit place! Aren't you afraid of retribution for disturbing the spirits of the dead?"

Brandon shoved the administrator to the ground, looking at him contemptuously.

"You're just like my wife, you don't know what's good for you."

"The one who died here was promiscuous in life, always messing around with men. We're just trying to make her happy, what's wrong with that?"

"Besides, I bought this plot, and the deceased is my wife's sister. I can do whatever I want with it. If you have an opinion, keep it to yourself."

I chimed in, smiling.

"I did buy this plot, but whose sister is buried here, I wouldn't know."

Chloe tugged on Brandon's sleeve, feigning surprise.

"Brandon, has Harper completely lost her mind? She's actually fantasizing that her sister isn't dead."

Brandon gently stroked her back.

"Perhaps, but the dead cannot come back to life…"

"Sis!"

His words were cut off by a familiar female voice. Brandon froze the moment he saw who it was. I smiled sweetly and walked forward.

"Skylar, you're here to say goodbye to Kimberly too?"