On the day of the funeral, it was drizzling.
The mainstream media did not live broadcast such events, but they couldn’t resist the fact that as long as it was related to Antonio, the traffic would come pouring in.
Many paparazzi had found out the location of the cemetery where my ashes were buried and had already started staking
it out.
I then watched my own funeral.
Antonio was truly heartbroken, holding three urns of ashes all by himself, staggering with every step, relying on people on his left and right to support him.
The Kaufman family, the Parrish family, and several company
executives came.
Some people were sad, some pretended to be sad, and some were waiting for an opportunity to act.
Helena was the latter.
She trailed behind, with an expression of immense worry in her eyes, watching Antonio from afar.
The paparazzi saw her, just like a cat smelling fish, crazily getting closer to her and taking close–up shots. The headlines were constantly focusing on her and Antonio’s future relationship.
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“The female secretary was unexpectedly present at Grace’s funeral.”
“Would the female secretary stay at the Kaufman’s Villa?”
“The female secretary and Antonio secretly got married.”
The comment section was filled with offensive language.
My newly registered account, I clicked on many likes, thinking that they were better at cursing than me.
Until another person appeared.
He was wearing a black suit, holding an umbrella, and accompanied by a large group of bodyguards dressed in black clothes and wearing sunglasses.
Standing in front of Antonio’s group.
Powerful aura.
The paparazzi were far away, they could zoom in on the close- ups and long shots, but they couldn’t capture the live sound.
So, I could only watch, I couldn’t hear.
The leader, who had dropped his umbrella, walked quickly towards Antonio and silently punched him in the stomach.
Following the second punch, the third punch…
Very fast speed.
The force was very strong.
My mind was filled with the automatic sound of “bang, bang,
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bang.”
Antonio did not fight back, and he spat blood.
The people behind him rushed forward, wanting to retaliate on his behalf, but Antonio waved his hand to stop them.
Tabitha’s face was both pained and troubled, with tears streaming down her face as she turned her head away, refusing to look.
It was Helena who rushed forward, spreading her arms to block Antonio, and shouted loudly at the man.
The man looked at her as if he had seen a dead person.
Without any consciousness of “not hitting women” and completely disregarding the gaze of others, it was just a gesture.
A group of bodyguards pinned Helena to the ground and beat her.
The comment section was a mixed bag of opinions.
Ice: “In broad daylight, taking advantage of their power to bully others! This is illegal!”
Fire: “Well done! The reason why these mistresses are becoming more and more arrogant is because no one dares to hit them!”
I had a lot of surprises.
Who is the man?! Due to the angle, I couldn’t see his face clearly.
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However, it was this man, whose identity I didn’t know, that surprised me even more with his next move.
He actually stole the ashes!
Not only did they steal mine, but they also stole two children’s.
Antonio finally fought back in order to protect the ashes.
Two men fought like wild beasts in the rain, their fists landing blow after blow.
Antonio was in a very poor state, he was like a trapped animal, constantly being beaten down. However, every time he was on the verge of despair, he would fight back relentlessly and manage to succeed.
The howl sounded desolate, like a lone wolf without its mate, echoing in the graveyard.
Two people went from standing, to kneeling, and then to lying down…
Covered in wounds, blood and mud were stuck together.
Finally, it was Tabitha who spoke up, I don’t know what she said, but she successfully placed the urn into the grave.
The comment section was mostly filled with questions asking, “Who is that?”
Occasionally, someone would say:
Where were you before? Why didn’t you come out when Grace was being bullied? What does stealing ashes count for now?
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.