The Ex-Girlfriend's Revenge

The two-faced girl buried her face in her boyfriend's chest at her mother's funeral.

Watching the lovey-dovey couple and Claire's hyperactive seven-year-old nephew, I chose to stay quiet as a mouse.

Until the little nephew threw firecrackers near the urn at the funeral, and with a bang, gray-white dust scattered all over the ground.

I leaned close to the dumbfounded Claire and whispered softly.

"Your mom just went boom~"

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"Summer, those things are in the past. Why do you keep dwelling on them?" Lucas, my boyfriend of seven years, looked at me with disappointment.