Chapter 5

Jared's face turned black. However, a short while later, his lips curled upward again as he chuckled out loud. "You think you can leave me?" "Why can't I?" Tamara asked, her voice so soft she could barely be heard. "I will leave you, completely." She waited until Jared walked far away before turning around and hugging the pile of ashes back into her room. Over the next few days, Jared didn't show his face again, but Tamara didn't care. Jared brought Queenie along as his companion to every high-profile event he attended, and allowed everyone to refer to her as "Mrs. Fender". However, Queenie's demeanor remained cold and aloof as she refused to go along with Jared in public. "Your actual wife is waiting for you to go home to her!" The people around them felt their hearts jump into their mouths. Nobody ever dared to speak to Jared that way, not even Tamara. However, Jared didn't seem angered but amused. He tried to placate her little tantrum by bringing Queenie out to sea and personally making a pearl necklace for her. He brought her out to witness multiple sunsets and sunrises. He even got an artist to draw their portraits and plastered them all over the billboards in the world, publicly declaring his love for Queenie. When Tamara found out about it, she sent the prenup to her lawyer to take care of things. It wasn't until her lawyer told her that everything was set that Tamara finally heaved a sigh of relief. That night, Tamara saw that Jared had purposely prepared a fireworks show for Queenie. The fireworks were bright and dazzling, lighting up the entire night sky like it was day. She stood beneath the display and watched as the fireworks spelled out Queenie's name. Jared had always been very public and outlandish in his way of pursuit. Back when he was still pursuing Tamara, he had also set off fireworks in the same place for 99 nights in a row. And, every single show ended with the words, "I love you, Tamara." Now, the outlandish fireworks show was still the same as before, but the name it spelled out in the end had changed, just like the person he loved. Tamara watched the entire show until the very last second. Then, when the surroundings finally turned quiet, she turned on her heels and left. "Did you like the fireworks show?" Queenie asked, leaning against the doorframe and looking at Tamara with a provocative look. "Jared put in a lot of effort for the show." "It's good," Tamara replied quietly. Queenie cocked an eyebrow and looked smug as she said, "I told him that fireworks made from ashes were the prettiest, so Jared borrowed your mother's ashes for the show. I don't think I've managed to thank her just yet." Tamara stiffened. She turned to look Queenie in the eyes and repeated, "My mother's ashes?" Queenie broke into a wide grin, waiting to watch Tamara break down and freak out over the realization. However, Tamara didn't react the way Queenie thought she would. Instead, she just chuckled softly and said, "Yeah, I won't deny that these fireworks were made from ashes. But I'm sorry to disappoint you, because it was your mom who got blown up, not mine." Tamara's light-hearted words seemed to strike Queenie right in the heart. She shuddered hard as her voice began to shake. "What did you just say?" Tamara's lips curled upward slightly. "You liked fireworks made from ashes, didn't you? As soon as I caught wind of it, I assisted you by swapping my mother's ashes with yours. I bet she must be really proud to have brought up such a wonderful daughter like you, and she would have loved to be part of your love story with Jared too. "Weren't you so happy to see your mom blowing up in the sky?" Queenie felt something snap in her head. She then threw herself at Tamara, screaming, "Die, bitch!" As soon as she moved, Tamara quickly stepped aside, and Queenie immediately lost her balance. She fell to the ground with a loud thud, face-first. The broken glass shard she'd planned to attack Tamara with ended up leaving a deep gash on her face. Tamara just stood to the side and looked down at her in disgust. She then crouched down and said, "Why are you so worked up? I'm sure that your mom's already gotten the message." "Tamara Wesley! You—" Queenie's face was hurting so much that she could barely get another word out. Jared happened to come out just then, and he immediately caught sight of Queenie on the ground, covered in blood, the gore dripping onto the dirt. He rushed over to pick her up from the ground and harshly shoved Tamara aside. "I remember warning you before, Tamara Wesley!" Tamara curled her hands into fists. She hadn't said a word, and Jared never saw a thing, yet he still pinned the blame on her immediately. And that was coming from someone who had pledged his entire life to loving her and her only for the rest of his life. What a joke. Tamara slowly rose to her feet, took out her phone, which she'd prepared in advance, and showed it to Jared. "Since you're so sure that I am always the one to blame, then maybe you should witness for yourself who really started this mess!"