I hadn’t realized that even with Olivia, he still
wouldn’t let me go.
I arranged Lily’s funeral, decorating it with
her favorite things, buying her the little cupcake she’d seen at a bakery and begged for. I’d promised to get it for her after her
surgery. That short trip to the bakery had
cost her life.
When I returned, I found people dismantling
the funeral decorations, destroying
everything. I rushed forward. “Stop! What are
you doing?”
<
They ignored me, continuing to tear
everything down.
“Don’t stop,” Olivia’s voice called from the
doorway. She smirked at me. “My dress was
ruined. I figured a funeral was in order. So,
you’ll have to move.”
I couldn’t believe she was doing this, destroying my daughter’s funeral over a
dress.
A funeral home employee approached me, his face apologetic. “Ms. Reed, we’re sorry, but
Ms. Carter has booked the venue. You’ll have to reschedule. Here’s compensation.” He
offered me a stack of cash.
<
I looked at Ethan. “Ethan, you’re doing this
because of Olivia? You’re even desecrating
Lily’s funeral?”
He frowned, his voice dripping with disdain.
“That dress was the first dress Olivia ever
made. If that bastard hadn’t ruined it…”
Olivia sauntered over, her arm linked with
Ethan’s, her eyes full of malice. “He’s right.
That little bastard’s life wasn’t even worth a
dress.”
Hearing them call Lily a bastard again, I snapped. I slapped Olivia across the face. “Lily is not a bastard!”
I turned to Ethan, my voice shaking. “Ethan, that ‘bastard‘… is your daughter.”
