I Had A Funeral For My Prented-Dead Husband

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ound her. They walked into our bedroom. On my bed. I watched, helplessly, as they consumed ea

e left, carrying

confidently into the house. On the sofa, Ariya wore that same satisfied exp

to hold back the sobs that

answer. But it persisted, louder, more urgent

he was. Nill,Dante's cousi

ed, my voice barely a

ste time with

e's no

nte, sitting at a restaurant with Ariya

gers tr

silence. "Then why the hell

I choked out. "I had to beli

but thick with understandi

nod

more gentle. "If you're still goin

aiting," I

into a table. Ariya quickly tried to calm him, her hands pressing again

w it. His anger, melting in th

an cal

et me suffer in silence, in his rage. I'd wait for him to cool off before daring to

my heart sinking, a

the pho

I took a deep breath, answered it, and

st your mind?! You're planning a funeral for D

ce a razor. "I swear, if you don't cancel this ridicul

he phone down. I grabbed a plate of food and sat down t

mber. It rang. And rang. She finally p

p? What do

ng with venom. "I want you to come to Dante'

wife! He's still missing, and you're already giving up on him? You're planni

p the bitter la

was lost in the ocean. I couldn't find him. So I declared him

ost passed out. When I woke up, all of Dan

ared is too dangerous. Yo

let him go. I

realized... the look in

second I don't know what you're doing, Selina. No matter what

and detached. "I