He Stepped on My Ashes After I was Gone novel Chapter 1

William Miller arrived two hours later.

His clothes were a bit disheveled, with glaring lipstick marks on his collar.

It was obvious he had just come from flirting with someone.

Finding a staff member, he sneered, “Where are Olivia Brown's ashes? Wasn't I supposed to pick them up?”

Once the staff confirmed his identity, they handed him the box containing my ashes.

William Miller took it casually, a mocking glint in his eyes.

“Are you sure this is really Olivia Brown’s ashes? You didn’t just throw in some random bits to trick me, did you?”

The staff was taken aback. “Mr. Miller, this is indeed Mrs. Brown’s ashes; it’s all recorded. Would you like to see the documentation?”

William Miller smirked, “No need, I trust you.”

I let out a sigh of relief. For some reason, even though I was dead, my spirit lingered.

I thought it might be because I hadn’t been laid to rest properly.

Now that William Miller believed I was dead, even if he hated me, he would probably handle my burial out of respect for our history, wouldn’t he?

But before I could feel relieved, the next moment, William Miller suddenly exclaimed.

The urn slipped from his hands, and my ashes scattered across the floor.

William Miller laughed cruelly, “Oops, my hand slipped.”

With that, he stomped his foot down, grinding my ashes under his shoe.

I gasped, meeting his mockingly amused gaze. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

Until my ashes were completely lost in the cracks of the ground, blending with the dust.

Only then did William Miller finally withdraw his foot with satisfaction.

He chuckled at the staff’s shocked expressions, “Make sure to tell Olivia Brown that this little stunt was quite novel, but ultimately a failure.”

“In a few days, it will be my mom’s memorial. She better go to my mom's grave to atone for her sins. Otherwise, even if she really is dead, I wouldn’t mind digging up her body myself to desecrate it.”

But now, he coldly replied, “Then I’d throw a three-day party and set off fireworks all over town to celebrate.”

I stared at him in disbelief, realizing just how deep his hatred for me ran. To him, my death was something to be celebrated.

But William, I really am dead. You just don’t believe it yet.

The car stopped in front of a bridal shop. William Miller strode inside with a sense of urgency, just like the day he’d brought me to one after we secretly got married. Back then, he couldn’t wait to see me in a wedding dress. He had held me close, telling me I was the most beautiful bride in the world.

But now, he looked at Isabella Miller with the same soft gaze as she stood there, dressed in white. He gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his voice tender. “You look beautiful.”

Isabella blushed, lowering her head with a shy smile. When she looked back up, her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “William, I’ve waited so long for you.”

Stunned, I watched in disbelief as Isabella leaned in and kissed William’s cheek. Desperately, I tried to stop it, reaching out, only for my hand to pass straight through William’s body. Helpless, I stood there, watching as he slid a ring onto Isabella’s finger.

How could this be? Why her? She’s the one who caused his mother’s death.

William Miller!

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out—just the raw, silent cry of a broken heart. I stood frozen, numb, as Isabella twirled in front of the mirror, glowing with excitement. Suddenly, she asked, “William, is she alright?”