Chapter 1

Brandon was on a private yacht vacation with his mistress when a tsunami hit.

Rescue workers searched for three days and three nights, finally recovering half of his remains.

In his clenched palm was a diamond ring.

They said he was about to propose to his beloved before the tsunami struck.

But apart from his body, no other woman was found at the scene.

Until I, his legal wife, arrived after hearing the news.

When I went to handle Brandon’s funeral arrangements, I saw his ghost standing to the side.

I didn't cry. I didn't even ask anyone to prepare his body.

That severed half of him was bloated and white from the water, unrecognizable. Only the ring clutched in his palm glittered harshly under the stark white lights.

A staff member asked, "Would you like us to remove it?"

I shook my head. "No need. Let him keep his keepsake."

It wasn't for me anyway.

The procedures were handled quickly.

I chose the fastest crematorium, the cheapest package, and skipped all the farewell ceremonies.

Brandon's ghost hovered beside me, watching his body being pushed into the raging fire. His translucent form trembled like a leaf in the wind.

"Stella, you venomous bitch! Is this how you treat me?"

I ignored him and walked to the urn display area.

A sales assistant eagerly approached me, gesturing to rows of polished mahogany and marble urns.

"Mrs. Stone, my condolences. Look at this model, it’s our finest. It has good feng shui, blesses future generations, keeps warm in winter and cool in summer..."

Brandon's ghost immediately floated over, circling the most expensive mahogany urn.

"I want this one, Stella, do you hear me? I want this one!"

"I've never lived in such a cheap place my whole life. You can't mistreat me even after I die!"

I looked at the long string of zeros on the price tag and asked the sales assistant expressionlessly,

"Do you have anything cheaper?"

The sales assistant's smile froze.

Brandon's ghost was stunned too.

"Like, something free," I added.

The sales assistant awkwardly pulled out a bare wooden box from the bottom corner, whispering, "According to regulations, cremation comes with a basic urn, which is this one."

It looked like a shoddy cardboard box.

Brandon was furious.

"Stella, you wouldn't dare!"

"You didn't mind the cost when you spent my money! Now that I'm dead, you can't even buy me a proper box?"

"You cold-hearted snake!"

I stared at the free wooden box, seriously considering it for a few seconds.

Then, I told the sales assistant, "I don't need the box. A sturdy bag will do."

After all, a box would just take up space.

A bag was easier.