The Names on Her Grave

After the Sullivan Group went bankrupt, I abandoned everything and followed Jessica to Tylen City.

It took her five years, but she eventually inherited her father's legacy and climbed back into the top three on the Forbes rankings. Yet, she never once brought up any word about marriage.

That lasted until the night before the Day of the Dead.

I woke up in the middle of the night and saw her lighting candles while facing the direction of Cinea.

"Dad, Mom, forgive me. I couldn't visit you this year because of work, but please continue to protect Chris and bless us with happiness for the rest of our lives."

When I heard this, warmth filled my heart.

My health was on the frail end of the scale. In the past, she always returned on her own since she didn't want me to be exhausted over this.

This year, I decided to make the trip on her behalf after seeing the longing hidden in her eyes.

However, what I never expected was to see the name of her former fiancé beside her name on the gravestone. Moreover, his title was engraved as her husband.

As I looked further down, I saw another name beneath theirs. It was a name that belonged to their three-year-old son.

At that moment, I felt as if I'd been struck by lightning.

Only then did I realize that it wasn't Christopher she was referring to when she said, "Chris." Instead, it was Christian.

A Shocking Truth

As I stared blankly at the gravestone, the elderly cemetery caretaker approached and struck up a conversation with me.

"Sir, do you know Old Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan? I don't think I've ever seen you here before."

It was such a simple question, yet it made my heart throb in pain all the same.

After all, who am I when the place that should have belonged to Jessica's husband had already been engraved with Christian's name?

Although I was standing under the sunlight, I felt like some lowly rat that ought to hide in the shadows. How could I stand before these gravestones when I didn't have a respectable identity that I could claim aloud?

Still, I swallowed the bitterness clinging to my tongue as I replied lowly, "Just a distant relative."

The old man nodded in understanding and replied, "That makes sense. If you were a close family member, you should've been here three years ago when Ms. Sullivan dropped by with her family. You have no idea how grand it was.

"Ms. Sullivan personally reopened the family chapel, invited hundreds of people to conduct rituals, and even had her husband carry their son while paying their respects. Afterward, they hosted a banquet for three whole days, and she introduced her husband and child to everyone.

"Her husband was incredibly handsome. He looked like some movie star. I even have a photo of it with me. Here."

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and showed me the