Chapter fourth six

“He gave me his will? This is faster and easier than I imagined. This is really unbelievable” she thought as the driver drove her back to the house.

Even though she was happy that she was no longer bound by him, she felt so sad.

Two weeks later, the air was thick with solemnity as mourners gathered at the president’s burial site. The sprawling cemetery was surrounded by tall trees swaying in the breeze, their rustling leaves the only sound breaking the heavy silence. The event was extravagant, befitting a man of his stature, with military honours and speeches that extolled his leadership and power.

But Ava sat away from the crowd, on a solitary bench tucked beneath a sprawling oak tree. She wore a simple black dress, her head bowed and hands clasped tightly in her lap.

As the ceremony concluded, mourners began to disperse, offering one another whispered condolences. Ava remained on the bench, staring blankly at the freshly dug grave. The weight of it all, his death, the secr