Desperate Funeral

Chapter 2

This was the biggest hotel in the city. Right then, the chaos had drawn a crowd, guests froze mid-step, craning their necks to see what was going on.

They didn't ask questions. They just listened to Shirley and immediately began whispering, pointing at me like I was some criminal.

"I was wondering why the hotel wouldn't allow any block bookings today," someone sneered. "Turns out we're all here for the drama!"

"I've never heard of a fake funeral before. Mistresses these days really have no shame."

"She's so young, why not do something meaningful instead of breaking up someone else's relationship? Doesn't she fear karma?"

Hearing those words, Shirley lifted her chin proudly, like she'd just won an award. Her voice was hoarse from yelling, so she strutted over to a table, picked up a wine glass, and drank it all in one go.

The guests at the table shot to their feet and backed away, putting a good few feet between them and Shirley. Some of them glanced at me with pity in their eyes.

I clenched my fists and said coldly, "You want to know who the mistress is? Call Brian and ask him."

The moment his name left my lips, Shirley's expression changed. Rage flashed in her eyes. She grabbed another man's wine glass and hurled it at me.

Red wine splashed across my couture dress, worth hundreds of thousands, and soaked straight through. If I hadn't dodged in time, the glass might've hit my face.

I took a deep breath to calm myself.

But Shirley didn't stop. She pointed her phone at me and said to her livestream audience, "Did you see that? That's how shameless these mistresses are! The evidence is right there, and she still won't admit it!"

Then she turned to me and shouted, "Get the hotel staff over here now! I want a full refund! I want my husband's money back!"

"Don't think you can keep controlling him just because you're an orphan! He felt sorry for you, but I won't let you keep playing the victim!"

My whole body trembled from anger, my voice sharp. "Refund? You have no right to say a word at my father's funeral. Get out of here now, or I'll call the cops!"

Shirley widened her eyes dramatically, then smirked.

"Did you hear that, guys? The homewrecker's gonna call the police on me. I'm so scared!"

"She's really committed to the act, huh? I'd love to see who the cops arrest when they show up!"

She shot a look at the bodyguards behind her and snapped her fingers.

"You won't give the money back? Fine. Then I'll destroy everything my fiancé paid for!"

Within seconds, a group of burly bodyguards rushed into the hall.

Guests screamed. Chairs screeched. People scattered like leaves in the wind.

I shouted at them to stop, but no one listened. One table crashed to the floor. Then another. My voice was drowned out by the chaos.

Shirley stood there, still live-streaming, still laughing. She zoomed in on my face as I stood frozen, helpless. Humiliated.

At the front of the hall, my father's photo sat peacefully among the flower arrangements.

When I saw a bodyguard get too close to the portrait, I snapped.

"Stop! That's enough! Isn't it money you want? Fine, I'll pay!"

But the bodyguards didn't care. They kept smashing. Plates. Tables. Chairs. Even the incense burners.

A staff member ran in, panicking, grabbing my father's photo and urn and holding them tightly as he searched for somewhere safe.

Shirley just crossed her arms and sneered.

"Now you realize you were wrong? Too late."

"You're giving me money? What, as hush money? Or are you just returning what you stole from my fiancé?"

"You've got no shame! But guess what? I'm still breaking everything. Not even a single chopstick gets spared!"

I couldn't take it anymore.

I knew the problem wasn't the money, it was her. All her twisted delusions, fueled by lies.

Without thinking, I lunged at her, reaching for her phone.

But before I could grab it, one of the bodyguards yanked me back and lifted me off the floor like I weighed nothing.

Shirley gasped, faux shocked, of course, and covered her mouth in front of the camera.

"My friends, did you see that? She tried to attack me! Right here, in public!"

"What do we do now? She refuses to pay back the money she scammed, and now she's getting violent! I'm honestly terrified!"

Her words said one thing, but her smug walk toward me said another.

She bent down, picked up a porcelain plate from the table, and smashed it across my face.

The plate shattered instantly.

A searing pain cut through my cheek.

Warm blood started to run.