Hannah Abbott’s grave was quite far from the city, and the roads weren’t easy to drive. Even with GPS, Wyatt Shaw still took a wrong turn along the way.

It was nearly noon by the time they arrived outside the cemetery.

The cemetery was on a mountain, and cars weren’t allowed past the entrance, so they had to walk. The GPS only led to the gate, and it was clear Wyatt Shaw genuinely didn’t know where Hannah Abbott’s grave was. They had no choice but to search for it as they walked.

As they neared the summit, they finally spotted David Sutton, Chad Miller, and Mrs. Miller in the distance.

Yvonne Sutton pulled Wyatt Shaw along, and they hurried the last few steps. As they drew near, Yvonne had just begun to apologize when David Sutton interrupted her, his brow furrowed.

"Why did you bring *her*?"

The question was directed at Wyatt Shaw, but it left Yvonne Sutton feeling deeply awkward.

Wyatt Shaw’s face darkened. "David Sutton, what the hell is your problem? What’s wrong with me bringing my wife? It’s not like we’re sneaking around doing something shady."

"Your wife? You... you call her your wife? You..."

David Sutton was so furious he started pacing in circles. Chad Miller and Mrs. Miller rushed over; Chad pulled David away while Mrs. Miller tried to smooth things over.

"He’s starting to lose it again. Don’t pay him any mind."

Mrs. Miller took Yvonne Sutton’s hand, her expression full of apology.

Yvonne Sutton shook her head to show she didn’t mind. "We took a wrong turn, that’s why we’re late."

"Hah. If you don’t visit often, of course you won’t remember the way. How could you get lost if you came regularly? People say ’out of sight, out of mind,’ but damn, this is moving on way too fast," David Sutton suddenly shouted at them again for no apparent reason.

Given Wyatt Shaw’s temper, the fact that he’d tolerated it this long was already giving David Sutton a lot of leeway. But David just had to keep being passive-aggressive. Wyatt’s anger instantly flared, and he lunged forward, kicking David.

David Sutton had clearly been bottling up his own anger. He shoved Chad Miller aside and charged at Wyatt Shaw.

And just like that, the two of them started fighting, trading kicks and punches. Chad Miller and Mrs. Miller couldn’t pull them apart and could only circle them in a panic.

Yvonne Sutton was still in a daze. ’How did they suddenly start fighting?’

She turned her head to look at the headstone and saw the photograph on it. It was the girl with the short hair, the one who looked so cocky and defiant. In the picture, her chin was tilted up, her eyes were cold, and her expression was cynical.

’I delivered dumplings to her once,’ Yvonne recalled. ’She said to me, "What’s so great about you?"’

’Her name was Hannah Abbott. I only met her once, but the memory was seared into my mind. And Wyatt Shaw... he paid for her medical bills, her tuition, and her living expenses. He spent every summer helping out with her at The Lucky Spoon. And yet, he claims he’s forgotten her.’

Once they were tired from fighting, Chad Miller finally managed to separate them.

"Today is the anniversary of Hannah Abbott’s death! How do you think she’d feel, seeing you two brawling in front of her grave? She’d be devastated!" Chad Miller said, exasperated and angry.

David Sutton grunted, walked over to the grave, and squatted down to burn joss paper.

"Hannah, David’s here to see you. If you can see this from the great beyond... damn it, it’d be better if you just faded away like this smoke. Don’t be watching. If you were... you’d be so heartbroken."

As David Sutton spoke, he began to choke up.

Mrs. Miller shot Yvonne Sutton a helpless, apologetic smile before stepping forward to arrange the offerings. Chad Miller gave David Sutton a nudge and joined him in burning the joss paper.

Afraid of being in the way, Yvonne Sutton quickly took two steps back. When she looked over at Wyatt Shaw, she saw him glance at the headstone for a moment before stuffing his hands in his pockets and gazing off at the scenery.

Her mind raced. She walked to the grave and crouched down, picking up a stack of joss paper to place in the brazier. But David Sutton blocked her, glaring resentfully.

Yvonne Sutton said softly, "I want to tell her that I’ll take good care of Wyatt Shaw. That she can rest in peace."

"You..." David Sutton looked completely stunned.

"I know she was Wyatt Shaw’s fiancée. They were in a car accident together. Wyatt was okay, but she... she didn’t make it."

"You knew?"

Yvonne Sutton remained silent. ’Okay,’ she thought, ’judging by David’s reaction, my guesses were all correct.’

"Yes."

"Did Wyatt Shaw tell you?"

"Does it matter?"

"Ever since the accident, he’s never mentioned Hannah Abbott again. Even when we bring her up, he puts on this ’Who’s that?’ face, like she was a complete stranger. Damn it, that’s what pisses me off. How can he be so heartless?"

"But Hannah Abbott is gone. The living have to keep on living."

David Sutton didn’t block her this time. Yvonne Sutton placed the joss paper into the brazier, and it caught fire.

She glanced again at the photo of Hannah Abbott, a bitter smile touching the corners of her mouth.

After finishing the rites, they turned around and realized Wyatt Shaw was gone. When they walked down the mountain, they found him leaning against a tree, smoking a cigarette.

"He couldn’t even burn a single sheet of joss paper for Hannah, or say one word to her. The accident only happened because she was going to study abroad with him. How can he be so guilt-free!" David Sutton’s anger flared up again.

"That’s enough. What do you want Wyatt to do, cry every day? He’s moved on. As his brother, we should be happy for him!" Chad Miller grabbed David Sutton and pushed him into the car.

Mrs. Miller apologized to Yvonne Sutton again. "Chad and I never planned on telling David. He called Wyatt behind our backs. Now look at this mess. Yvonne, I’m so sorry. I kept this from you before, and now you’re caught in the middle and in such a difficult position."

Yvonne Sutton shook her head. Mrs. Miller had no obligation to tell her anything.

As for Wyatt Shaw, she didn’t blame him, either. Before they got married, they had reached a kind of unspoken agreement: no questions about the past, no mentioning exes.

Chad Miller and the others left first. Yvonne Sutton walked over to Wyatt Shaw.

When he saw her approaching, he stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it into a nearby trash can.

When she reached him, he naturally pulled her into his arms and leaned down for a kiss.

"Let’s go home."

Yvonne Sutton smiled. "Okay."

On the way home, Wyatt Shaw’s mood was still good. He even brought up the idea of a vacation. They were married but had never gone on a honeymoon. He had some time off now, so he suggested they could think about getting away for a few days.

But after driving for a while, they realized they’d taken another wrong turn. They had ended up on a narrow path that was becoming increasingly difficult to navigate, with no telling where it led.

Yvonne Sutton turned on the navigation app, but following its directions led them to a muddy stretch of road where the car couldn’t get through.

"Uh, there’s a village up ahead. I’ll go ask someone if there’s another way out of here."

Yvonne Sutton got out of the car, cutting across a wheat field to get there. Fortunately, the village wasn’t far. She saw some people at the entrance and asked a local, who pointed her toward an easier road.

When she got back, Wyatt Shaw wasn’t in the car.

There were cigarette butts on the ground nearby. She scanned the area and saw Wyatt Shaw in the middle of the wheat field, striding purposefully forward.

She called out his name loudly. He should have been able to hear her, but he neither turned around nor stopped walking.

Yvonne Sutton sensed something was wrong. She started running after him, shouting his name.

After a long chase, Yvonne Sutton finally caught up and grabbed his arm.

"Wyatt Shaw, stop!"

He looked at her with a stunned expression, then froze, staring as if he didn’t recognize her at all.

"You..."

Yvonne Sutton’s heart hammered in her chest. She had never seen this side of Wyatt Shaw before—confused, frightened, vulnerable.

"H-Honey?" she tried again, her voice trembling.