Scattered Ashes, The Late Remorse

Summary

I died in the year my husband hated me the most.

I couldn't take his endless cold shoulder and the icy silence of our home anymore. I took a handful of pills and ended it all.

At the crematorium, he watched the roaring flames behind the glass window. A rare, twisted smile touched his lips.

"A woman as filthy as her doesn't deserve to remain whole, even in death," he muttered.

When the worker handed him the wooden urn containing my remains, he didn't take it. Instead, he swiped his