Given that it was ruled a suicide, Chloe's funeral was kept low-key, with only close acquaintances in attendance.
After the service, Daniel returned home. In the living room, Susan was holding the baby, her face glowing with delight. She called out to him cheerfully, "Daniel, Ava just smiled for the first time! Don't you want to see?"
But Daniel didn't even glance her way. Without a word, he headed upstairs. Upon entering the bedroom, he froze in his tracks. The room felt eerily empty—every trace of Chloe had been removed.
He stormed back downstairs, eyes blazing, and grabbed Susan's arm. "Where are Chloe's wedding photos? Where are her things?"
Susan winced, her brow furrowing in discomfort. "Daniel, I have no idea…"
"You think you can take Chloe's place now that she's gone?" His voi
