My husband’s sister, Chloe, went for a swim in the ocean and accidentally drowned. My husband, Asher, a senior lifeguard who’d saved countless lives, instead sent his fragile female intern, Luna, to retrieve her. Dressed in a revealing bikini, she pouted at him, batting her eyelashes. “Oh, Asher,” she whined, her voice small. “I’m such a coward~ What if I’m too scared to go in?” Asher wrapped an arm around her slender waist, completely ignoring Chloe, who was desperately fighting for her life in the churning waves. He then meticulously re-tied Luna’s safety rope, *again*, before finally allowing her to enter the water. But Luna didn’t even swim five yards before she violently yanked the safety rope, screaming and crying for Asher to drag her back to shore. To calm her down, Chloe lost her critical rescue window, drowning in the unforgiving ocean. Asher pulled Luna behind him, shielding her, then glared at me, his eyes sharp with warning. “When the police arrive, you’ll tell them your sister died in an accident. You’ll sign the death certificate, no fuss.” “There were warnings issued, and she still went swimming. Wasn’t she practically asking for it? Everyone has to pay the price for their mistakes, and Luna just graduated. She can’t have a blemish on her record.” “Luna?” I echoed, my voice laced with disbelief. Seeing the impatient scowl on Asher’s face, a sudden, chilling realization hit me. He actually thought it was *my* sister, Clara, who had drowned. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “That’s a document, I’m afraid, I simply cannot sign.”
Brandon shot me a furious glare. “Why can’t you sign it? It was an accident!” “I’m warning you, don’t even *think* about trying to turn this into some big payout scheme. Remember, I own half of this rescue company. If things get messy, we’ll both go down.” Chloe wriggled free from his embrace, sobbing pathetically. “Harper, I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault. I couldn’t save your sister.” “Brandon, please don’t fight with Harper because of me.” Brandon pulled her into a comforting embrace, his expression filled with concern. “Chloe, this has nothing to do with you. Her sister just *had* to go swimming at this exact time. Who can you blame when someone goes looking for trouble?” Then he turned to me. “Harper, Chloe is crying like this, and you can’t even offer a single word of comfort?” “You *have* to sign this document. If the police ask, you tell them Chloe did everything she could, but the ocean waves were too strong, and she couldn’t save her.” This man was truly hopeless. When I found Kimberly drowning, I remembered that Brandon’s company was responsible for rescue in this area, so I quickly called him. Seeing him arrive with Chloe, I thought he’d personally dive in to save her. I never imagined he’d send an intern who had only recently learned to swim. It was their delay that caused Kimberly’s death by drowning, and now he wanted me to admit it was an accident? But since Brandon was Kimberly’s only living relative, if he agreed, I wouldn’t argue. I scoffed. “I’ll do whatever you want, but I doubt the police will accept *my* signature.” “How about this: you write out a confirmation yourself first, and we can hand it to them together when the police arrive.” Brandon looked at me with contempt. “You’re so ignorant. That’s *your* sister. Only you, as a direct relative, can sign the confirmation. Anything I write has no legal effect, okay?” “Besides, I’ve told you before, don’t bother me with your family’s problems.” He had indeed said that. A few days ago, I received a strange package. When I opened it, I found a swimsuit. Kimberly claimed it was hers and threatened me not to tell Brandon. She said the waves had been strong recently, making it dangerous to swim, and Brandon didn’t want her going. Later, when I was washing and hanging it, Brandon saw it anyway. Seeing Kimberly’s warning glare, I had to tell him I bought it for my sister, Skylar, who was planning to go swimming in the ocean. He just coldly said, “Go ahead, I don’t care. Just don’t come crying to me if anything happens.” It seemed he was a man of his word today.
Seeing I was unmoved, Brandon scooped Chloe into his arms and said impatiently, “Wait here. I’ll go to the rescue station and write it for you. It’ll also give Chloe a chance to change, so she doesn’t catch a cold.” With that, he ignored me, carrying Chloe with long strides towards the rescue station. Chloe looked up, a smirk playing on her lips as she met my gaze. I hoped Brandon would be just as calm when he found out the one who died was his own sister. After he handed me the handwritten confirmation, the police car arrived. Since the body had already been washed away, and there was no surveillance footage or other witnesses, the officers looked at me hesitantly. Before they could say anything, I directly handed Brandon’s handwritten accidental death confirmation to the police. “The search and rescue company here is owned by my husband, he also led the rescue, and the drowning victim was his sister. With this accidental death confirmation, there shouldn’t be any problem, right?” The police probably didn’t expect things to go so smoothly. After asking Brandon a few simple questions about the rescue, they left. I didn’t want to stay there either. After picking up Kimberly’s changed clothes on the beach, I prepared to leave. But I hadn’t walked more than a few steps before Brandon stopped me. He held out his hand. “Give them to me.” “What?” I looked at Brandon, puzzled. He pulled a lighter from his pocket, threatening to set the clothes ablaze. Even though Kimberly and I rarely got along, seeing this, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger. “Brandon, don’t you know the custom here? Even if we can’t find her body, we’re supposed to bury her last worn clothes as a symbolic grave, a cenotaph, so her spirit can rest.” “If you burn these clothes now, do you want her to never find peace even in death?” Chloe looked at me mockingly. “A cenotaph? Harper, are you okay?” “I heard people say that only those who’ve done too many bad things end up drowning in the ocean.” “Someone like your sister, a real menace, doesn’t deserve a peaceful end even in death, let alone a cenotaph.” Brandon nodded in agreement. “Your sister was always defiant, and she’d give me attitude every time I asked your dad for some money. What a piece of work! If you ask me, even in death, she won’t settle down. To avoid trouble, I have to burn her clothes today.” “To make sure her spirit is gone for good, so she can’t cause any more trouble.” Their synchronized cruelty made my heart pound furiously in my chest. Even if it was *my* sister, he couldn’t be this vicious. I pointed a finger at his face and yelled, “Isn’t she your sister? Aren’t you afraid of karma for talking about her like that?” I clutched the clothes and turned to leave, but Brandon clamped his hand around my throat. He stared at me with chilling malice. “Don’t push your luck, Harper. You’re leaving those clothes here today.” I glared back at him. “Brandon, if you touch me again, my dad will never give you another dime.” At that, Brandon violently shoved me into the ocean. “What else does your dad have besides his dirty money? What kind of man can’t even have a son?” With that, he snatched the clothes and then kicked me hard. I struggled out of the water, staring blankly at Brandon. The man who had pursued me for ten years, from high school until now, had changed completely just one month after our wedding? And was now even physically abusive? Chloe whined playfully at Brandon. “Brandon, be careful, you almost fell after that kick.” Brandon pulled her into his arms, comforting her softly. “Don’t worry, your man here is agile. Hitting a woman is a piece of cake.” “Alright, let’s go burn those clothes.” Chloe giggled. “You carried me all that way, you must be tired. Just sit back and watch, I’ll burn them.” Brandon sat on the sand, filming her with his phone. Chloe pinched Kimberly’s tank top, her face full of disgust. “This girl dressed pretty provocatively, didn’t she? That low cut, like she *wanted* men to stare.” She then picked up Kimberly’s skirt, sniffed it, and sneered, “Ugh, there’s even a man’s scent on this skirt. How many times must she have been with someone?” She said, holding the clothes up to the camera. Brandon played along, praising her. “Chloe, you’re so smart. You notice even the smallest details.” “We need to film all this. If Harper, that bitch, tries to cause trouble, we’ll post it all online and ruin her and the Davis family’s reputation.” Chloe smiled at me. “Harper, Brandon is just worried about being taken advantage of. You understand, right?” It was Brandon’s own sister. If *he* understood, that was all that mattered. While they weren’t paying attention, I subtly sent my location to my bodyguards. Just as Chloe was burning Kimberly’s clothes, a bright light shone from the distance. “What are you doing?” Seeing the large and imposing bodyguards approaching, Brandon recoiled in terror. I looked down at him, my voice cold. “Brandon, we’re getting a divorce.”
The words had barely left my lips when Brandon jumped up. “Harper, you’re divorcing me over a dead person?” “I’m a lifeguard, not the Grim Reaper. Isn’t it normal not to be able to save everyone?” I replied calmly, “I’ll have my lawyer contact you. Let’s part ways amicably.” Brandon glared at me, his teeth clenched. “Chloe and I both tried our best. I know you’re upset, but after ten years, can you really just throw it all away?” Chloe dropped to her knees, repeatedly bowing her head and pleading with me. “Harper, I don’t want to ruin your relationship with Brandon. If you don’t divorce him, I’ll let you hit me, yell at me, whatever you want.” Brandon pulled her up, his heart aching. “Chloe, don’t beg her.” Then he looked at me again, his tone turning harsh and icy. “Chloe is just an intern. If you have a grievance, take it out on me. Why are you trying to scare her?” “Harper, your family doesn’t have a son, and one of your two daughters is already dead. Your father still relies on me, his son-in-law, for appearances. Aren’t you afraid of being looked down upon if you divorce?” I scoffed. “Brandon, ever since we got married, your living expenses, your clothes, even the money to start your company—none of it came from anywhere but my family.” “You’re like a leech, clinging to the Davis family and sucking us dry. And now you’re claiming *you’re* holding the Davis family together? I don’t know where you get the nerve.” Brandon’s face flushed, then paled, then flushed again at my words. Catching Chloe’s gaze, he finally exploded in anger. “Fine! I’ll give you what you want.” “But don’t expect me to ever help your family with anything again.” With that, he set the half-burnt clothes on fire again, unleashing all his resentment towards me onto Kimberly’s remains. By the time my bodyguards rushed over, only half a shoe was left of the pile of clothes. I could only take that half-shoe back and buy a burial plot, preparing to make a cenotaph for Kimberly. The day before the funeral, I sent the location to Brandon, asking him to come and say his final goodbyes to his sister. To my surprise, the first person to arrive wasn’t Brandon, but Chloe. She stormed in furiously, armed with a baseball bat, smashing everything. Even the tombstone was shattered into four pieces. I stared at the scene, my heart heavy with grief. Just then, Brandon finally strolled in, a smug look plastered on his face as he surveyed the scene. “Excellent. A slut like that deserves this fate.” Chloe’s eyes glinted mischievously, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Oh, yes. A slut certainly can’t stand loneliness. Let’s give her something a little more stimulating.”
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?”
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