After I Died, My Husband Smashed My Urn

Three years after I died, the house suddenly began to leak rain.

Taking advantage of showing up in a dream, I watched my husband, Caleb Moore, lead his mistress, Paisley White, into the house openly. Citing an excuse that my grave ruined the luck of his family, he would move my tombstone to a place, where there was a shabby mud pit.

My elder brother, Calvin Hoyt, objected to it and argued with them as best as he could, but Caleb and Paisley ridiculed him.

To make Paisley happy, Caleb even broke the legs of Calvin.