Slandered as a Mistress Over an $800k Urn

A group of unexpected guests suddenly barged into my relative’s funeral.

The woman, Xena Carter, leading them claimed to be my husband’s girlfriend and declared that she was here to punish me, the supposed mistress.

Out of respect for the funeral, I did not want to make a scene, so I calmly suggested she wait until it was over.

But out of nowhere, she lashed out and ordered her group to shred all of my clothes.

My relatives around us did nothing and watched coldly as it happened.

I calmly dusted myself off, stood up, and led her over to the urn.

"This urn for my mother was bought by your boyfriend. It cost nearly a million!"

As expected, the mistress flew into a rage, smashing the urn to pieces.

"You shameless family of lowlifes! Don’t think you’ll get a single cent from my boyfriend, even in death!"

What she did not know was that when I said "mother," I was referring to my husband’s mother, my mother-in-law.

She was causing a scene at my mother-in-law’s funeral, and she had just smashed her urn to pieces.

My husband, Zac Quinn, and I had been estranged for years, living separately as if we were strangers. So, it was quite unexpected when his family called me out of the blue.

"Layla, Sally has passed away. We can’t reach Zac, so you need to come back and handle the funeral arrangements!"

Hearing that my mother-in-law, Sally Quinn, had passed away, my heart skipped a beat.

It was not sadness I felt. Instead, it was as if the tight string in my heart that had been holding everything together suddenly snapped.

It was about three years ago that Zac and I separated.

Since the separation, he had been like a ghost, disappearing from my life. He spent his days attending various business gatherings or hitting up bars and clubs, but he never responded to my messages or answered my calls.

I frowned and felt a growing frustration. Zac had become so reckless. Even when his own mother passed away, he was nowhere to be found.

I stared at the voicemail for a long time before finally deciding to cancel all my meetings for the next week and head back to my hometown.

My assistant, Ruby Fisher, did not say a word, but she arranged for ten bodyguards to accompany me.

All the way back, I could not reach Zac on the phone. Who knew what he was busy with.

Out of curiosity, I checked his social media. Just an hour ago, he had posted a picture showing off his new sports car.

Relatives told me that Sally had specifically requested a custom-made urn before she passed away. It was worth nearly a million dollars, and she had argued with the family several times about it.

The faces of Zac’s relatives were full of sorrow and regret, yet when it came time to pay, they were the first to disappear.

After thinking it over, I