Vanished Summer
Chapter 1
Five years of being in love, all for my mom’s
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dying wish to see me get married.
Jason proposed and we got our marriage
license.
But on the wedding day, Jason never showed
- up.
The big screen at the wedding venue was
rolling footage of Jason being intimate with
another woman.
My mom suffered a seizure and passed away,
turning the wedding into a funeral.
As I held my mom’s cold body, I received a
video.
Jason was intimately holding a woman and
laughing with his friends.
“Man, Jason, you’re smooth! You’re out
partying on your wedding day and even put
up pictures with other women. I heard her
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mom died of shock.”
Jason shrugged nonchalantly after a moment
of surprise.
“Serves her right. Her mom owed me a life. I
just wanted to mess with her and her mom,
didn’t expect her to be so weak and die. She
deserved it.”
My dream wedding was a calculated revenge I
never knew existed.
I was numb with despair and sent Jason a
divorce message.
I’ve lost my mom, and Jason’s lost his wife.
The message remained unanswered.
I numbly handled my mom’s funeral
arrangements, watching my sweet mom
reduced to ashes.
I took her ashes to the cemetery, only to be
stopped by the staff, who informed me the
plot was already sold.
I was stunned. “You must be mistaken. I
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bought this plot, and I paid in full!”
The staff member produced a cancellation
agreement and a power of attorney.
“Your husband handled it recently.”
I felt a chill. I remembered Jason trying to get
me to buy life insurance a while back, making
me sign several documents.
Trusting him, I only skimmed the first one.
My hands trembled. “Please sell me another
decent plot.”
They said they were sold out. I refused to
believe it, but no matter how much I pressed,
the answer remained the same.
I visited several cemeteries, receiving the
same response everywhere. No plots
available.
At the last cemetery, I was close to begging.
The staff member looked sympathetic but still
refused.
“Ma’am, please don’t make this difficult.
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There’s truly nothing available.”
Finally, I understood. Jason had targeted me.
I took my mom home. It started raining as I
arrived. Jason was already home, but he’d
locked the door.
I rang the doorbell repeatedly, but no one
answered.
The rain intensified. I used my jacket to cover
my mom’s urn, tears mixing with the rain.
I frantically rang the doorbell, and the
intercom finally buzzed. A woman’s petulant
voice answered.
“Mr. Smith, we’re busy. Can you tell her to
wait outside?”
Jason chuckled. “Did you hear our baby? Wait
outside.”
The intercom crackled with more suggestive
murmurs.
Clutching mom’s urn, I sobbed uncontrollably.
I couldn’t understand.
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Just a month ago, Jason’s eyes were only for
- me. He proposed in front of my mom, vowing
to make me happy forever.
After the rain washed away my senses, the
door finally opened.
Jason had sent the girl away. Seeing my
disheveled state, he sneered.
“Well, Sherry, you’re willing to wait while your
husband cheats. Look at you, you’re like a
drowned rat.”
I choked back my tears.
“Jason, if you didn’t want to marry me, I could
get a divorce. But I don’t have a mother
anymore.”
“Please, give me back my mother’s burial
plot.”
Jason’s face darkened. “Your mother had a
long illness. Her death was a release. She’s
better off.”
“She doesn’t deserve such a nice plot.”
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Finally, I broke down. “Jason, you said you
loved me. Why are you doing this to me?”
He sneered and roughly dragged me to the
garage.
We drove further and further into the
countryside, I didn’t know where he was
taking me.
Jason took me to a nursing home. Before
entering a room, he slapped the urn.
“Your mother doesn’t belong here!”
The urn fell to the ground, and he kicked it,
scattering the ashes.
Jason froze, and my eyes widened. “Mom!”
“No, you can’t do this to my mother!”
I knelt, tears falling as I tried to gather the
ashes.
Jason wouldn’t let me, roughly pulling me into
the room. A young woman lay unconscious in
the bed.
I struggled. “Who… who is she?! My mom is
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outside! I need to get my mom, please let me
gather her ashes!”
Jason wouldn’t let go. “That’s my sister. Your
mother put her in this state!”
My face went white.
