Half a monthter, The Matamoros family celebrated Cam’s funeral.


    Cam’s urn was ced in the foyer of The Matamoros family to the sound of mourning and weeping.


    Kemena knelt down and burned paper for Cam as she shouted with hatred, “Mom, I will avenge you, it was that bitch Mica who cursed you and caused you to be struck by lightning, I will pay you back.”


    They tell me that, despite all this, Nico was still determined to marry Mica.


    She would not let them tie the knot.


    In this life, what he can’t have, Mica can’t have.


    Mica, in a bright red dress, red lips and heavy makeup, stood out in the foyer where The Matamoros family was dressed in onyx and ck crows.


    Everyone cast a quizzical look at the unexpected visitor.


    Mica ignored him, her gaze went straight to the urn above the foyer.


    There, Cam’s ashes are contained.


    Kemena looked back and saw Mica and asked hatefully, “What are you doing here! You are not wee here.”


    Mica smiled slightly, though she was smiling softly, she was full of coldness, “I don’t need you to wee me, I came here today just to do one thing.”


    Kemena frowned, feeling bad, “What are you doing? Mica, I’m warning you, today is my mother’s funeral, you’d better stay out of trouble!”.


    Mica approached the hearse as if no one was there, looked at the picture of Cam in the center of the hearse and said with a smile, “I never thought my prophecy woulde true, that you would really get struck by lightning and killed. I guess God couldn’t bear to see all the evil you had done, but after all I was one step behind God, and you were killed by God before I could take care of you. Although the quarrel has gone on for years, I still want to give you onest ride and give you, too, onest gift.”


    Mica suddenly reached over and grabbed the urn on the hearse with both hands.


    Kemena eximed, “Mica! What the hell are you doing?”


    Beltran, not daring to move, persuaded her bitterly, “Mica, calm down! She’s passed away, even if you hate her the most, she’s gone, what else can you let out?”.


    Mica looked at Beltran with a vivid and shocking smile, she said, “In my life, I can’t let go of many things, things that have be my heart attack, I just can’t let go, when the injustice is done, but I just want to do it, like now!”


    Mica lifted the urn violently and threw it to the ground, hard!


    The emerald jade urn, in an instant, was in tatters.


    The ashes of the coffiny scattered all over the ce.


    There was a mor and sighs from the crowd.


    Mica, in her high heels, her face dull and unscathed, ttened herself on the ashes littering the floor and took a step toward Kemena.


    Like an unforced warrior returning from a bloodbath.


    Trampling over Cami as if she were dirt, so that even after her death, she would not be buried in peace.


    Mica approached Kemena, looked at her, who was trembling with hatred, and blurted out, “Do you know now how much I hate you and your mother? I hate you a hundred times more than when I gave you the blood transfusion to save your lives. You, the Matamoros family, I will not escape, and I will torture you slowly, slowly to death.”


    Tal Mica terrifies Kemena.


    Kemena screamed: “Mica, you’re crazy! You’re crazy!”


    Mica watched her with undaunted eyes, the soles of her high heels, treading on a lump of ash, crushing hard, as if she had trampled Cam’s bones and blood to death on the soles of her feet, sinister to the core.


    But on her face, she always appeared indifferent as usual, as if devoid of the usual emotions.


    Beltran covered his chest in rage, after Cam’s death he seemed to have aged a dozen years all at once, his head looked white, he sighed and said, “Mica, you … what sense does this make!”


    What was the point? When Cami deliberately provoked and provoked her mother when she was sick, which directly led to Yanqing’s depression and the rapid spread of cancer cells, why bother?


    There are too many things he can’t and won’t look away from, he just wants revenge!


    Kemena ordered, “Mica, you make a scene at my mother’s wake and think you can get away with it? Somebody stop her.”


    Some of The Matamoros family security guards were about to go up to arrest Mica, but inside the house several bodyguards in suits and boots burst in, directly blocking The Matamoros family security guards, who were well trained and not ordinary security guards.


    Campoverde entered from outside the house, approached Mica and respectfully said, “Ma’am, Mr. Nico has asked me to invite you home.


    Is he going home?


    Where else could he have a home.


    Mica asked in a cold voice: “And if I don’t cooperate?”.


    Campoverde pursed his lips, he didn’t want to but he had to, “I’m sorry ma’am, please don’t make it difficult for me. I’ll tie her up today.”


    Mica knew Nico couldn’t escape this mess, so instead of hiding, she had to face him.


    Divorce always works out.


    What was the point of her missing her appointment and dragging out the divorce?


    Mica said, “I’lle back to you and I won’t give you a hard time.”


    Campoverde nods slightly, “Thank you ma’am for your consideration.”


    Mica is nked by several bodyguards and heads for the door of La familia Matamoros.


    Kemena shouted, “Stop that madman for me!”


    The family went after them, but the men sent by Nico were so cold and terrifying, with guns at their belts, that they scared those from The Matamoros family from stepping forward.


    From a distance, Kemena watched as Mica was escorted by the bodyguards to a limited edition ck Bentley, the Amengual family’s very stylish one.


    Kemena clenched her fists, the hatred in her heart, heaped to the point of exploding.


    Now she not only wants revenge on the home, she wants Mica dead.


    …


    Inside the ck Bentley, silence reigns.


    Campoverde could not help but say, “Madam, in fact, these days, so many things have happened, you feel bad, also Mr. Nico, Mr. Nico has not gone to work for a long time, he stays all day in the small penthouse where Madam lived before,st week, Mr. Nico missed an appointment, I do not say, I think Madam also understands that Mr. Nico just … he does not want to divorce you, Madam.”


    Mica’s expression was subdued as she looked out the window at the scenery slipping by and said calmly, “It’s not up to him alone to decide whether we divorce or not. My mind is made up, Mr. Campoverde, you don’t need to convince me, what reason is there to go on when two people find themselves hating each other?”


    “Madam…” Campoverde hesitated, but finally fell silent.


    Two looks of mutual hatred.


    This time, between Mr. Nico and Miss Mica, I’m afraid it’s really over.


    The ck Bentley pulls up to Vi Moon Lake Road and stops.


    Mica threw away the high heels that had stepped on Cam’s ashes before entering, because they were dirty.


    Barefoot, she went into the attic.


    At the end of March, it was still dark very early.


    At this moment, the window sags to set the dusk.


    There are no lights on in the small attic, and the moonlight from outside shines into the half-lit, half-dark interior.


    Nico was sitting by the couch, when he saw Micaing back, he got up and took a long stride to her, took her in his arms and hugged her tightly, “Why did you juste back, do you know how long I waited, where did you go, did you eat?”


    What he said gave Mica the illusion that there had never been such painful hatred and unhappiness between them.


    But he had sent someone to fetch her from La familia Matamoros, so how could he not know where she had gone?


    Smart people ying dumb turns out to be a lot like the real thing.


    For a moment, Mica was in a trance, thinking that what had happened not long ago was just a nightmare.


    Mica stared at him and said casually, “Nico, let’s get a divorce, you promised me.”


    Nico paused briefly but ignored her, looked down and saw Mica’s bare feet and frowned, displeased, “Why aren’t you wearing shoes, what if you catch a cold?”.


    He bends down, takes Mica in his arms, carries her to the sofa, kneels before her, picks up thedy’s cotton slipper and helps her put it on carefully.


    Like treating a treasure.


    Mica just looked at him for a moment, impassive: “Nico, I said let’s get a divorce”.


    In the half-light, Nico’s face hangs slightly, ashen for a moment, but when he lifts it, it’s as if nothing had happened.


    He picked up the wedding nning booklet and said with a smile, “I’ve chosen the wedding venue, didn’t you say you wanted to have it on Grape Ind? We’ll have a beach wedding, what do you think?”.


    Nico held out the notebook and Mica coldly and angrily mmed the heavy notebook to the ground as she grabbed Nico by the neck and screamed hysterically, “Divorce, I want a divorce Nico!”.


    “…”


    Nico was speechless and watched her silently and weakly.


    After a long moment, he looked into her angry eyes and said in an unusually calm and deep voice, “Mica, I can give you everything but divorce. But I can’t give you a divorce. Even if I locked you in this little garret for the rest of your life, I would be willing to do it.”


    Mica’s lips hitched slightly, “It’s easy to keep me from getting a divorce … Unless, of course, you die.”


    Unless, of course, I die.


    Mica said this with a firm, cruel look.


    Nico pinned her against the couch, kissed her, kissed her, but Mica’s eyes, which were only staring at the ceiling, were unmoved.


    Nico bent defeatedly to the warmth of her neck and said softly and decisively, “In that case, you’ll stay still.”


    Until, that is, she doesn’t mention the word divorce.


    Until, that is, shees to.


    But, unbeknownst to Nico, Mica is now a good fish heading south, never to ask for a return.


    Nico slowly got up and sat on the edge of the couch, reaching up and wiping his face vigorously.


    Micay on the couch without responding at any point.


    Nico stood up, his back to her, and there was a moment of silence, with no one hugging him or calling out to him, Nico.


    Nico walked away and went to the door of the attic bedroom.


    Click.


    Close the door behind you.


    Once again, Mica is confined to this small attic.


    The dimly lit, unlit house was like the end of a poor walk to the end of the world.


    Nico stood in front of the attic door, staring at the old mahogany staircase at eye level, and never refused toe down.


    He just wanted to stand outside the door and wait for a while, for what exactly, he didn’t know.


    That night, Nico stood, smoking one cigarette after another, his face deep in concentration.


    He used to be a smoker because of Mica, then Mica forced him to quit because she was worried about his health, and now he was a smoker again.


    He has never felt so powerless to stop smoking, let alone stop her.


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    He wants her world to always have him in it.


    Even if she hates, loathes and resents him.