After I Died, He Crushed My Remains Chapter 1

Three days after my death, William received the call to identify my body.

He casually tightened his arm around the woman sitting in his lap and spoke into the phone. "If she is dead, she is dead. Cremate her and call me when it is done."

My body was pushed into the roaring incinerator. Once I was reduced to nothing but bone and ash, the crematorium staff called him again.

He clicked his tongue in deep annoyance.

"I got it. I am on my way."

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By the time William Schmidt finally arrived, two hours had already passed.

His dress shirt was wrinkled, and a glaring red lipstick stain marked his collar. It was incredibly obvious that he had just rolled out of someone else's bed.

He found the staff member and sneered. "Where are Nora's ashes? Didn't you call me here to pick them up?"

Once the worker confirmed his identity, he carefully handed over the wooden urn containing my remains.

William took it with careless hands, his eyes swirling with pure mockery.

"Are these really Nora's ashes? You didn't just sweep up some random roadkill to mess with me, did you?"

The worker looked horrified. "Mr. Schmidt, these are absolutely the young lady's remains. We have the official logs. Would you like to see the paperwork?"

William let out a dark chuckle. "No need. I believe you."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I had no idea why my body was dead, yet my soul was still lingering around. I had thought about it endlessly, figuring it was simply because my remains hadn't been properly laid to rest.

Now that William believed I was actually dead, I figured he would at least toss me in a grave somewhere. Even if he hated my guts, surely he would do it just for the sake of our past history.

But my relief was violently cut short. A second later, William let out a fake, exaggerated gasp.

The urn slipped directly through his fingers. My ashes spilled across the dirty tile floor.

A cruel, twisted smile stretched across his face. "Oops. My hand slipped."

Saying that, he extended his foot, grinding the expensive leather sole of his shoe directly into my ashes.

My phantom breath hitched in my throat. I stared into his mocking, dead eyes. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

It wasn't until my ashes were completely ground into the cracks of the floor, mixed with the everyday dirt and grime, that William finally pulled his foot back with a satisfied look.

Leaving the crematorium worker in absolute shock, William laughed. "Make sure you pass a message on to Nora for me. Tell her this new little trick of hers is creative, but it is a massive failure."

"My mother's death anniversary is in a few days. She better drag herself to the cemetery and beg for forgiveness. Otherwise, even if she really is dead, I have no problem digging up her corpse and whipping it to pieces."

His final words dripped with a freezing venom that would make anyone's blood run cold.

And I knew he was entirely capable of doing exactly that.

Suddenly, I felt a wave of twisted gratitude that my body had already been burned. If it hadn't, the scene at the graveyard would have been utterly gruesome.

Before the worker could even argue with him, William's phone rang.

The strange thing was, my soul was forced to follow him.

Trapped by some invisible tether, I sat in the passenger seat of his luxury car, listening to him chat with the woman on the other end of the line.

I knew that voice perfectly. It was Ivy Schmidt, the adopted daughter of the Schmidt family.

Back when William and I were still madly in love, she had come to me privately, demanding that I leave him. When I refused, she made it her mission to destroy me. She spread vile rumors at my workplace and even hired thugs to corner me in alleys.

When William found out, he ripped into her. He threatened to kick her out of the family completely if she ever laid a finger on me again.

That was the only reason she had finally backed off.

Now, just hearing my name made William's expression turn ice cold.

"Why are we talking about her?" he snapped into the phone. "It ruins my mood. It's not like she is actually dead anyway."

"But what if she really is dead, William? What would you do?" Ivy's probing voice filtered through the speakers.

My phantom heart clenched. I instinctively turned my head to look at him.

If this had been the old William, he would have been sick with worry if I even got a papercut. He used to tell me I was his greatest treasure, promising to hold me in the palm of his hand for the rest of his life.

But now, William just let out a cold, sharp laugh. "Then I would throw a massive three day party and light up the entire city with fireworks to celebrate."