Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

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Haarely glanced at the photograph before nausea churned my stomach. With a swift motion, I tossed in

aside.

Carter, unfazed, methodically sifted through each image. The final photograph wasn't of Sadie. Instead, it was Silas's grave. The photo had been alte

Before Silas's headstone lay a human head, blood seeping from every orifice, with a striking red mole on the forehead.

The head was mine.

Carter's fingers tightened around the edges of the photos, his knuckles pale, veins bulging across the back

of his hand

"She's sending a message. She wants to use my head as an offering for Silas."

Kemp adjusted his glasses, his voice steady. "Ms. Gardner, from now on, all deliveries will be screened in advance. Something like this will not happen again."

"All the secretarial stall-are they from Bill's team? Any outsiders?" Carter asked sharply.

"No outsiders, Mr. Bolton, Every single one of them has been with Mr. Gardner for at least a decade. They're reliable, Kemp assured him.

"Keep it that way. Outsiders should have no access to Ms. Gardner," Carter reminded him firmly.

"Understood."

Bill's company might have been new, but his team was composed of trusted personnel he'd brought over. There was no room for breaches.

After finishing my work, I went to the funeral home. Sadie's body was already being cremated.

It had been two months since I last saw Monica, but she was nearly unrecognizable now.

The once carefully maintained face, which had undergone numerous cosmetic surgeries, was now riddled with blemishes and scars, likely worsened by neglect or abuse.

Time hadn't been kind to her aging features, and without money to sustain her lavish upkeep, she appeared haggard and strange.

"Oh, my poor daughter! Her anguished wails echoed as I approached.

Beside her stood Zack, who had also changed. He'd lost a considerable amount of weight, and though his belly had shrunk, his once-round face now bore sharp, malicious contours. His eyes brimmed with malice, devoid of any grief or tenderness.

It was no surprise. This was the daughter who had called another man father for 20 years. Even after the

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never once addressed Zack as her

him during every encounter. Zack had no love for

cold indifference, snapped, "Our daughter's being cremated right now! How can you stand there without shedding a single tear? She's your flesh and blood!" "Daughter?" Zack sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "She never

air, cutting like a blade. He was describing a dead woman-a

inherited her vicious nature from. With such flawed parents, how could she

and checks already bore the marks of

skirmishes.

sense-when they had money, she

the innocence of youth, their love couldn't even sustain civility. Who knew how often their home turned into a battlefield? Zark, however,

daze from that slap, blood trickling from the

her head, her

makes sense; even he

nearly poisoned Bill, for

he would have at least given her a comfortable settlement to ensure her financial security if she had simply remained silent. But her greed consumed her. Having already lived in luxury,

couldn't get it, she

and Zack deserved

this moment, she should have been filled with shame and covered

out the urn. "Who's the

could speak, Bill stepped forward. Tll

began sobbing the moment the urn rested in

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you'd still care for Sadie. She had been your

was cold and unfeeling. He said. "You're mistaken. I don't care for her. I hate her. I only took her ashes because I promised her I'd handle her burial and find her a proper resting place." Monica fell silent, her tears

moments, she was surrounded by disgrace. Her parents lacked the resources to plan

it weren't for Bill spending money to purchase her a burial plot,

had the ashes, we quickly buried Sadie. They planted a magnolia tree by her grave and erected a simple tombstone- The inscription on her tombstone read Sadie Harrison, not Sadie

Bill

the end of your debts to Zoey. Bill sat quietly at her grave. "In the

to her."

all ties to the

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at the photo engraved on the headstone-a snapshot from her time with the Gardners. She wore a lavish gown, her

a pampered princess, she now faces a tragic

weighed down by

wasn't far; therefore, I made a trip to visit

chrysanthemums rested there,

had been Sadie's, worn just

Anna had been here?

shadowy figure caught my eye, and

dragged before me, trembling

respects! I wasn't stealing anything!"