My Ashes in the Drain: The Billionaire's Eternal Hell

Three years after my death, Julian found our daughter in a dumpster.

The little girl was digging through a rotten trash can, her tiny body turning purple from the freezing cold.

With bloodshot eyes, he yanked her up. "Is this how Stella plays mother?! Where the hell is she?!"

My daughter trembled in terror. "But... didn't Daddy throw Mommy out, and didn't she burn to death?"

I floated in mid-air, looking down at this man whom I had loved for ten years and hated for three.

Julian, you’re finally here.

But it’s too late.

Mia had already flushed my ashes down the drain.