Became A Queen After divorce

Kelvin paid no attention to the gazes of those around him. To him, all women except Cheyenne were invisible-unworthy of notice. Thinking of his dear wife, he guessed she would wake up soon and didn’t want to waste any more time. After finding what he needed on the shelf, he went to the checkout without hesitation, ignoring the sounds of heartbreak around him.

“He must have a girlfriend; otherwise, he wouldn’t be buying that.”

“I’m so jealous of his girlfriend; he bought so many boxes; he must be really great in bed.”

Far away in a meeting room, Cheyenne sneezed three times in a row for no apparent reason. The atmosphere became awkward as everyone stared at her. Only Eddie asked with concern if she had caught a cold.

Cheyenne felt so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole and hide. She forced herself to stay calm and said, “I’m fine, let’s continue the meeting!”

Meanwhile, Kelvin, who was thinking about his beloved wife, had just thrown his purchases onto the passenger seat and was driving back to the embassy. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure and decided to change direction.

Sam was not someone who would fail to notice being followed. “Interesting!” The blond man saw the ordinary car behind them through the mirror and felt it was tailing them.

After passing a red light, the car was still there. “Mr. Hurst… it seems we are being followed.”

Sam, calmly reading his newspaper in the back seat, replied without turning his head, “We are.”

“Ah? What should we do now?” The young man, inexperienced in such situations, instinctively sought Mr. Hurst’s advice.

The latter’s lips moved slightly as he gave a brief instruction: “Go to the temple.”

Shouldn’t they try to shake off the car? What were they going to do at a temple? The blond youth had doubts but didn’t dare to ask, fearing Mr. Hurst would think he talked too much. He had noticed that Mr. Hurst had been in a bad mood lately, exuding a cold aura that was especially noticeable when he smiled.

Twenty minutes later, Kelvin’s car stopped in front of an ancient temple. Taswya was a country that revered Buddhism, and its Buddhist culture was far more prominent than back home. From a distance, one could see the golden spire of the pagoda and the ten-meter-long white marble path leading to the entrance.

Every meter along the path stood a statue of a monkey called “Hanuman,” one of Taswya’s three auspicious symbols.

Sam seemed familiar with this place. After getting out of the car, he walked down the path towards the main hall with ease. He greeted several monks in saffron robes with clasped hands along the way. Kelvin remembered Sam being a Christian; what was he doing here? Out of curiosity, he decided to follow.

In the grand golden hall filled with curling incense smoke and deep chanting, a white-robed figure appeared silently. Unlike others who knelt on cushions to chant and pray, he did not disturb the ongoing ritual. In this solemn and devout hall, his lonely figure seemed out of place.

In front of each believer was a twenty-centimeter-tall white jar sealed with yellow paper inscribed with the name of a deceased person. Today’s ritual was for the souls of deceased infants. The jars contained their tiny bodies, some only two or three months old, others about a year.

As the ritual reached its final stage, an emaciated woman with a sorrowful expression couldn’t hold back her tears. She clutched the cold white jar in her arms as if holding her dead child.

“Master, will my child really come back to me?” The master chanted “Amitabha” softly before replying, “Past causes lead to present effects. The child chose to be born to you because of your karmic connection.”

“His departure means your bond has ended.”

“But I can’t let him go; he was only three months old… Master, please let my child come back to me. I’ll do anything.”

The poor young mother kept kowtowing to the master, determined not to rise until he agreed.

The master sighed and said, “Every debt creates a bond; this is also karma.”

“To alter karma requires a price. If you want your child back, you may lose something equally important. Are you willing?”

With tears in her eyes, she nodded eagerly. “Yes! I have no parents; my husband ran off with another woman. I have nothing but this child.”

“I’ll do anything as long as my child can come back.”

Without her child, what meaning did life hold for her?

Perhaps moved by her plight, the master agreed to her request.

“Stand up. Write your child’s birth and death dates on white paper. I will perform another ritual for reincarnation later.”

“Thank you, Master! Thank you so much.”

Kelvin had never believed in such things, but at this moment, he felt deeply shaken.

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It reminded him of his and Cheyenne’s first child, a stillborn boy he never had a chance to meet.

If possible, he wanted to try it.

Just then, Sam noticed him and surprisingly initiated conversation with a smile.

“Do you believe in these theological things?”

“Sometimes, having some faith isn’t bad.”

“You’ve changed!”

Sam said confidently. His gaze was gentle as before, but Kelvin saw “weariness” in it.

“The confident, elegant Sam from before has changed too.”

He missed their childhood when Sam always took the initiative because Kelvin spoke less. Besides their blood relation, Kelvin always remembered Sam as his first friend.