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Ethan sat in the quiet crematorium all through the long dark night. The cold metal chair offered absolutely no comfort to his aching bones. He watched the tired staff slowly arrive at the break of dawn.

His blank eyes stared straight ahead as the heavy steel furnace door closed. The loud clank echoed in his empty chest.

He carried the dark ceramic urn back to the massive Morgan family home. He walked up the grand staircase and packed his few cheap clothes into a worn suitcase.

Ethan placed his silver house keys gently on the glass coffee table. He stood in the middle of the familiar and expensive living room. A bitter taste filled his dry mouth. This miserable chapter of his life was completely finished.

The heavy mahogany front door swung wide open. Sophia walked in with Tyler, Diane, and Ashley closely trailing behind her.

They were laughing loudly about their fancy brunch after last night's successful dog party. Their bright and satisfied smiles vanished instantly when they noticed the dark urn in Ethan's hands.

"Who gave you permission to bring that filthy dirt into this beautiful house?" Tyler shouted. His face twisted into an extremely ugly and hateful scowl.

"Get that disgusting garbage out of my clean living room right now," Diane ordered. Her eyes narrowed with a familiar threatening glare.

"Take those ashes outside immediately and apologize to us," Sophia said. Her voice remained perfectly calm and utterly cold.

"Do it quickly and I will pretend you never brought that dead weight in here," Sophia added. She crossed her arms over her expensive silk blouse in total dismissal.

Ethan let out a sudden and sharp laugh. His rough voice sounded completely hollow and devoid of any real amusement.

"You ungrateful parasites really make me sick," Ethan stated. His dark eyes burned with intense anger.

"Four years ago you owed massive gambling debts to very dangerous people," Ethan reminded. He pointed a steady finger directly at Tyler.

"My mother pawned her precious ancestral ring just to save your worthless life," Ethan sneered. His tone dripped with pure disgust.

"Shut your stupid mouth you lying stray dog," Tyler yelled. His face turned bright red with deep embarrassment and rage.

"And you knelt on this exact floor begging my mother for money," Ethan continued. He shifted his cold gaze directly to Diane.

"You cried like a pathetic beaten hound right at her tired feet," Ethan mocked. His facial expression showed absolute zero pity.

"How dare you speak to me like that you filthy street mutt," Diane screamed. She clenched her fists tightly by her sides in fury.

"You begged my mother for a simple job introduction near her tiny clinic," Ethan said. He stared directly into Ashley's shocked eyes.

"Now you act like you own the entire world," Ethan laughed. His loud voice echoed with deep and heavy bitterness.

"You are nothing but a delusional beggar begging for scraps," Ashley snapped. She lifted her chin up in a highly defensive posture.

"And you never once called her Mom," Ethan whispered. He finally looked at his gorgeous wife.

"You used her brilliant business strategies to save your dying company from total bankruptcy," Ethan accused. His eyes searched Sophia's perfectly makeup covered face.

"I am so entirely tired of your pathetic little emotional scenes," Sophia sighed. She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling in sheer annoyance.

"I thought you would finally understand how incredibly hard things have been for me lately," Sophia complained. She adopted a very fake wounded expression.

Ethan reached slowly into his dark jacket pocket. He pulled out the thick divorce papers he had already prepared days ago.

He slapped the white documents hard onto the glass coffee table. The sudden loud smack startled everyone in the large room.

"Sign them," Ethan demanded. His voice was completely flat and totally emotionless.

The entire room erupted into genuine and explosive laughter. The cruel sound bounced wildly off the high ceiling.

"A homeless mongrel is actually asking for a divorce?" Tyler howled. He clutched his stomach in pure and vicious amusement.

"Agree immediately and throw this rabid dog right into the dirty street," Diane cheered. A wicked and ugly smile spread across her wrinkled face.

"Director Morgan has a hundred far superior men waiting in line for her," Ashley mocked. She smirked with absolute and sickening arrogance.

"You are just a stray puppy trying to run away from a luxury palace," Ashley giggled. Her tone was incredibly harsh and degrading.

Sophia stopped laughing completely and looked deeply offended by his actions.

"You have the absolute audacity to be the one asking for a divorce?" Sophia asked. Her beautiful face flushed with sudden wounded pride.

"I protected you from your own pathetic inferiority every single day," Sophia claimed. She placed a dramatic hand flat over her racing heart.

"I never took you to high class events because you are a shameful secret," Sophia insulted. Her voice trembled with totally fake righteous anger.

"I will leave with absolutely nothing," Ethan promised. He pushed the white papers much closer to her manicured hands.

Sophia lost her carefully practiced composure completely. Her breathing turned heavy and visibly erratic.

She snatched a gold pen from her expensive designer purse. She signed the bottom line with very aggressive and sharp strokes.

"Get out of my house right now," Sophia commanded. She pointed a shaking finger violently toward the heavy front door.

"When you walk out that door I will never ever forgive you," Sophia threatened. Her bright eyes burned with highly toxic hatred.

"Even if you come back crawling on your knees like a good dog I will kick you away," Sophia screamed. Her face morphed into pure unadulterated rage.

"Thank you," Ethan said. A genuine look of total relief finally washed over his tired face.

He pocketed the signed papers quickly. He picked up his mother's urn very gently with both of his hands.

He grabbed his cheap suitcase and walked out without looking back.

"You will regret this you worthless piece of trash," Sophia shrieked after him. Her loud voice echoed wildly out into the open air.

Ethan raised one hand in a final wave and kept moving.

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