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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came out, she had never once

hurled insults at him during

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 once acknowledged me

the air, cutting like a blade.

moment, it became clear to me who Sadie had inherited her vicious nature from. With such flawed parents, how could she have grown up

bore the marks of prior fights, evidence of their

skirmishes.

they had

couldn't even sustain civility. Who knew how often their home turned into a battlefield? Zark, however, didn't hesitate. He slapped her across the face,

slap,

raised her head, her

sense; even he said nothing, she had

had nearly poisoned Bill, for the Cinderella

to ensure her financial security if she had simply remained silent.

she couldn't get it, she tried to destroy

and Zack deserved each

she should have been filled with shame and

out the urn.

stepped forward. Tll take it,"

moment the

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still care for Sadie. She had been your daughter for 20

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 drying as quickly as

even in her final moments, she was surrounded by disgrace.

weren't for Bill spending money to purchase her a burial plot, she likely wouldn't even have

planted a magnolia tree by her grave and erected a simple tombstone- The inscription on her tombstone read

Bill had not

Zoey. Bill sat quietly at her grave. "In the afterlife,

to her."

chrysanthemums by the tombstone, severing all ties to the girl he had once treated as his

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on the headstone-a snapshot from her time with the Gardners. She wore a

a pampered princess, she

my heart weighed down by the tragedy

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

fresh bouquet of chrysanthemums rested there, alongside

it immediately-it had been Sadie's, worn just

Anna had been here?

shadowy figure caught my eye, and I

before me,

pay respects! I wasn't