ISLAThe words sounded foreign. Funeral. I was now a dead person to the world.Six years of playing politics, six years of being by his side, of controlling media narratives just for him had gone down the drain. I pulled out the needles inserted into my veins and ripped them off. My face paled from the pain but I had known worse pains. Zayne didn't react, he stood there, expressionless. Almost like he was just a bot controlled from an alien universe. “Take me to my funeral” I said, stepping down the bed. The world tilted, my head throbbing from suddenly standing. His face darkened. Finally, a reaction. “ Sit. I didn't save you to let you die” he said, his voice tight. I hissed, then steadied my body. My legs wobbled a bit, almost like I had forgotten to walk. “ Take me to the funeral. I want to see …” “ Your husband” he completed, “ to feed yourself lies you know aren't true” I snapped my eyes shut, my throat bobbing up and down. He was right. I wanted to believe I was ove
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