Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 508

The word "cremated" hit Donovan like a lightning bolt.

"What did you just say?" he whispered.

His face twisted with rage as he grabbed Ethan by the collar again. "What did you just say? Where did you take her? She's my wife! How dare you touch her without my permission!" he snarled.

"I'm sorry," Ethan said, lowering his gaze. "Don, I did it for your own good. I worried you wouldn't be able to handle it, so I helped take care of the arrangements."

"Say that again!" Donovan croaked. "Give me her body. Give it back in full! Who do you think you are to decide this?"

Ethan froze, stunned by Donovan's rage. At that moment, Tony stepped forward and pried Donovan's hands away.

His expression was solemn as he said, "Don, don't blame your brother. I signed off on sending Giselle's body to the crematorium. I'm her father. I had the right to do it. I just wanted her to rest in peace sooner…"

"Shut up!" Donovan roared, completely losing control—his fist connected with Tony's face, sending the elderly man sprawling to the floor.

The other staff members gasped and rushed to help Tony to his feet, but Donovan wasn't done. He jabbed a finger at Tony and shouted, "Tony, who gave you the right to make decisions for her? You're the one who hurt her the most. She's my wife. While she was alive, she was mine. Even now, she still belongs to me. How dare you handle her like this? Give her back!"

Tony sank to the floor, letting Donovan vent his fury. He said nothing and made no attempt to resist, silently bearing the storm of anger.

When they arrived, Donovan weakly pushed open the door. The sight in the living room made him stagger and collapse again.

The living room had been transformed into a solemn memorial. White drapes and black veils hung quietly, and wreaths were arranged with care. At the center, a framed photo of Giselle captured her radiant smile, frozen forever in time.

Members of the Kane family had all come, along with some of their close friends and relatives to pay their respects. Even Renee was there. Everyone wore black, with white flowers pinned to their clothing, their expressions heavy with grief.

Seeing this, Donovan felt his world spin. Dizziness blurred his vision, causing shadows to dance before his eyes. His chest tightened painfully, and his breathing grew rapid and shallow.