The sound of 90’s pop filled the room as I got dressed for bed. My hair was wet and dripping down my back as I finished my last little bit of skincare. Today was hard, and I welcomed the distraction of the music as I considered what Nathaniel had orchestrated today. I had spoken with my father a few days ago, asking him about Vivienne’s death. He was flabbergasted that I was bringing up the worst day of his life, but Nathaniel and I needed to know. I would have sworn that I saw her when we went to the city last week. After speaking to him, I had lost all hope of her being alive. Father had seen her body. He had held her in his arms in the morgue. He saw the dental records, her possessions, and her infamous tattoo. It was her. Nathaniel wanted to be sure though. So today, he had her body dug up from the dirt. Quietly. I am not sure how he did, seeing as he wasn’t her next of kin, but my husband, the billionaire had pulled strings and gotten her unburied, DNA tested, and reburied wi
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