She hung up right away. The second she did, a text shed on her screen: [Pick up the video call now, or you''ll regret it.] Attached was a haunting image of


    Charlie''s cemetery.


    Seeing that familiar ce, Evelyn felt like her mind had just exploded into chaos. All those emotions she''d tried so hard to suppress came rushing back, leaving her shaky and off-bnce. Her hands shook so much she nearly fumbled her phone.


    Evelyn took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but before she could, the video call buzzed again. Almost on autopilot, she answered, and Dahlia''s face popped up on the screen.


    There she was, standing by Charlie''s gravestone, eyes brimming with spite. "Come alone," Dahlia hissed, "and keep your mouth shut, or your little treasure will be gone forever."


    The camera shifted a bit, and Evelyn saw it—a pink urn she knew all too well. It was Charlie''s. Charlie adored pink; Evelyn had picked that urn out herself. No way


    she was wrong.


    Evelyn''s brain was a mess. She blurted out, "Okay, I''m on my way. Just don''t hurt Charlie!"


    "Evelyn, don''t mess with me," Dahlia warned. "I''ll do whatever it takes."


    Dahlia kept the video call running, her eyes glued to Evelyn to make sure she didn''t call for help. Evelyn didn''t even pause to grab her coat. She bolted out, still in her hotel slippers.


    Before reaching the cemetery, Dahlia had Evelyn get out of the car. Following Dahlia''s directions, she walked over ten minutes until she spotted her.


    Dahlia looked perfectly put together, a stark contrast to Evelyn''s frazzled state. As soon as Evelyn arrived, Dahlia ended the call and hoisted the pink urn high in the air.


    "Dahlia, don''t you dare!" Evelyn screamed, her voice breaking with desperation.


    Her heart felt like it was in pieces as she lunged forward, but Dahlia''s sharp voice stopped her cold. "Stay back!"


    Dahlia clutched the urn, her eyes shooting daggers at Evelyn. She froze.


    The space between them seemed vast. Dahlia looked Evelyn over, noting how fragile and worn she seemed. Yet, Charles had wanted her!


    Jealousy and anger simmered within Dahlia, She couldn''t admit how envious she was of Evelyn. But she was supposed to be Charles''s true love. He''d never even touched her, and now his heart was stipping away to this woman.


    Why Evelyn?!


    Seething with bitterness, Dahlia''s expression turned icy, her lips


    twisting into a sneer. "Evelyn, vol


    don''tseem to care much about your little treasure, do you?"


    Even now, Evelyn had the nerve to stand her ground. Dahlia''s smile grew even


    colder as she pretended to hurl Charlie''s urn against a rock.


    The wind was fierce here. If she did it, the ashes would be lost forever.


    "No!" Evelyn''s voice was a raw plea.


    Realizing what Dahlia intended, Evelyn''s resolve crumbled. Her eyes welled up as


    she begged, "Dahlia, please... don''t hurt Charlie."


    "Is that all you''ve got?" Dahlia''s hand hovered, her re dripping with scorn.


    Holding Charlie''s ashes, Dahlia felt invincible. She knew Evelyn wouldn''t dare disobey. Without a second


    thought, Evelyn fell to her knees before Dahlia.