I Had A Funeral For My Prented-Dead Husband

d through the room, the

s death c

control. But I refus

into my sister's house. I didn't leave for da

"I heard someone's losing their mind. The entire city's been hu

glancing at the mi

eing found. He said he'd only show up if I lost my mind. Now, look

stration. "I don't even know what to say

and's funeral. You should

ling as I used concealer to mask the redness around

cing?" I asked, checkin

approval. "You look perfect-lik

us left for

and well, to my sister, instructin

t, his face a mask of cold professionalism. He hand

urners, their eyes wide with feigned sadness. Seeing their

somewhere deep inside, a bitter taste lingered. Dante, wh

"brothers"-each of them glari

gly brimming with an

sn't dead! He's been searching for you

rge to cry. "Don't comfort me.

?" he shouted. "You can'

a clenched jaw. "Once someone is dead to me, they

my sister's eye. She rushed over, pulli

Dante... Why did you leave me?" My e

ntinue, a shrill, furi

of your mind?! I told

filled with rage,

funeral?! You're burying him without even knowing what happene

r-no sign of Dante.

oved you more than anything, and you j

dripped wit

my lips. "Even if he's alive, a man who b

the doorway, disheveled, barely recognizable. His cl

and she stumbled back, her face p

for breath. "Wife... I'

t Dante didn't even flinch. He stag

ying to... ... but I co

silent. Everyon

ng with a mix of fury and hurt. "You thought you could just run away

shaking. "I-I didn't want this

pered, "You can't just show up l

cking eyes with him. "No more excuses. You don't g