Christian refused to believe Minnie was dead. He used every connection he had, desperately searching for any trace of her and me. Unexpectedly, luck was on his side. Someone claimed to have seen me board a plane, and he followed that lead straight to Eloise.
“Hand over Rachel and my daughter!” he demanded the moment he saw her. “Is this some kind of sick game? Do you think I won’t fight for Minnie’s custody just because I thought she was dead? How ridiculous!”
Eloise stared at him, utterly speechless. “You’re such a fool!” She threw a stack of papers at him. “That’s the cremation certificate from the crematorium, along with their death certificates! If you think I faked these, then I have nothing else to say. Rachel and Minnie are gone. Dead. And you? You were never fit to be a husband or a father! Now you show up, demanding answers? Where the hell were you before? Burying yourself in sh*t? I never understood why Rachel divorced you, but now I do.
Even in death, being tied to you is disgusting!”
Christian stood frozen, his brain struggling to process the words. ‘They’re dead?‘
Eloise disappeared into another room and returned with two small urns. “These are the ones you’re looking for. Say whatever you
need to say.”
Christian lunged forward, reaching for them, but Eloise yanked them back, her grip tight. “Christian, listen carefully. I’m already betraying Rachel’s last wishes by bringing them to you. How dare you try to take them? Do you even know what her final words to
me were?”
