One Missed Call Killed Our Baby

Chapter 4

I never believed a person could be so heartless, until now. And the worst part? That person was my husband.

Had he always been this cruel? Was I just blind? Did I marry a different man back then? God, I could barely recognize him.

Andrew, demanding I apologize to the woman who desecrated our son's grave, made me laugh bitterly, like some lunatic on the verge of snapping.

"And why the hell would I do that?"

Claire jumped in, clearly waiting for her cue.

"Baby, didn't you always say your wife was kind and classy? Look at her now, completely unhinged. If I were you, I'd be mortified to be seen with her. So embarrassing."

Andrew gave me the same disgusted look.

"Did you hear her? Just stop this drama and go home. Be with Matthew. Why'd you even leave him alone in the first place?"

Wow. The audacity.

I glared at him, jaw tight.

"Do you even care about Matthew?"

"Of course I do! What kind of dumb question is that?" he snapped. "I bust my ass for that boy. He's my only son. All my assets? His. When he gets married someday, I'll give him a gift you could never match."

That did it. His words struck a nerve so deep I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Bullshit! If you really cared, you wouldn't have left him at that train station for Claire. He was six, Andrew. Six! Did it ever cross your mind how scared and helpless he must've felt?"

"Jesus, Emily! Why are you like this? You blow everything out of proportion!"

He snapped, and that's when he did it. He kicked the urn.

It toppled and rolled, cracking open as Matthew's ashes spilled into the dirt.

My brain just, froze. When the train hit Matthew, I thought my heart had already shattered. But watching Andrew destroy his ashes? That pain was beyond anything I'd ever felt.

A breeze swept through the cemetery then, catching the ashes and carrying them away.

"No!" I screamed, lunging forward, trying to scoop up what I could with my bare hands.

But how do you catch ashes with your fingers?

They slipped through, vanished, just like him.

I dropped to my knees, frantically digging into the soil for anything left.

"They're just some stranger's ashes, Emily. What are you even doing?" Claire said, stepping toward me with that smug look. "If you want to throw a tantrum, fine. But this? This is disgusting."

And then, she stepped on them.

"You psycho!" I roared, standing up and shoving her hard. She fell, exactly like she deserved to.

Of course, the next moment played out like some bad soap opera.

Andrew slapped me.

His hand stung my cheek, but I barely felt it. My heart hurt so much more.

"You left Matthew just to attack Claire?" he yelled. "You've lost it, Emily! How did he end up with a pathetic mother like you?"

And then he kept going, like he hadn't done enough already.

"You love crying over ashes? Go ahead. Cry all you want. From now on, I'm taking Matthew. You don't deserve to be his mom."

He pulled out his phone like some self-righteous dictator.

"Tricia, get Matthew to my villa right now. And make sure Emily never sees him again. Got it?"

The cemetery was dead silent. No one spoke, so everyone heard Tricia loud and clear when she answered.

"Sir… I'm sorry, but… I can't do that," she said, her voice shaking.

Andrew frowned. "Why not?"

Tell him. I wanted her to say it. Say it loud so it could finally shatter that perfect bubble he'd built for himself. Let him feel it. Let him suffer.

"Matthew died, sir," Tricia said quietly. "He was hit by a train… the same day you promised to pick him up. The grave full of daisies, the one Miss Claire wanted to use for her dog, that was Matthew's grave."