Chapter 3

I walked out of the bathroom, picked up the bag of ashes from the console table, poured a glass of red wine, and sat on the living room sofa.

Brandon's ghost impatiently floated back and forth in front of me.

"Stella, speak! Where is Chloe?"

"Did you hurt her? You wicked woman are capable of anything!"

I swirled the red wine in my glass, the crimson liquid forming elegant arcs against the crystal.

I chuckled softly.

"Brandon, do you really think Chloe would die for you?"

"Of course she would!" he roared without thinking. "She loved me more than anything! We were true love! Not like you, you only loved my money!"

"Is that so?"

I put down my wine glass, opened my phone, and played a video.

The video footage was a bit shaky, clearly taken secretly.

The background showed the clear blue sea and sky, along with the yacht Brandon had bought for Chloe, named "My Beloved Chloe."

In the video, a few hours before the tsunami hit, a private helicopter landed steadily on the yacht's helipad.

Chloe, wearing a bikini, intimately linked arms with a man younger and more handsome than Brandon, and boarded the helicopter.

She even looked back, towards the yacht, a bright, scornful smile on her face.

There wasn't a hint of reluctance in that smile.

"See?"

I turned the phone screen towards Brandon's direction.

"Before the tsunami came, your little mistress was picked up by another man."

"When she left, the weather was clear, and the sea was calm."

"She left you alone, along with your 'true love,' on that boat."