He Stepped on My Ashes After I was Gone novel Chapter 5

William had changed. He wasn’t the man I used to know. He’d become ruthless, a stone-cold businessman who never took No for an answer.

The staff member slumped against the wall, a hint of a mocking smile tugging at his lips.

"Mr. Miller, I’m sorry, but we really don’t have Ms. Brown’s ashes. What we gave you was all of them. You’re the one who knocked them over."

"If you keep pushing it, we’ll have to call the police."

For a moment, William just stood there, stunned. It seemed to hit him, finally—that he had already scattered my ashes.

His hands dropped, and he staggered out of the crematorium, his steps shaky.

I glanced back at the poor staff member, feeling sorry for him, before my body—no longer under my control—followed William back out into the cold, empty night.

The night was thick, wrapping everything in darkness. William Miller's face was barely visible in the dim light as we left the crematorium. He hadn’t said a word since, and the car remained silent, almost stifling. Even though I knew he couldn’t see me, I still felt uneasy, like I was walking on nails.

The car finally came to a stop, and William turned off the engine. He leaned back in the seat, his dark eyes fixated on the blackness outside the window. He didn’t move. He just sat there, staring into the void, for what felt like forever.

Dawn broke slowly, the first light creeping up on the horizon. William, who hadn’t slept all night, now had deep shadows under his eyes, and I noticed the red veins streaking across his tired gaze. I hesitated for a moment, then reached out to touch his face. His skin was cool to the touch, but it was the tear stains that shocked me.

He had cried, and I hadn’t even noticed.

My fingers recoiled as though burned, trembling as I pulled them back. For a moment, a twisted smile tugged at my lips.

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