All Chapters of My Husband's Funeral Was The Beginning Of My Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ElenaI had lost everything in my life. Every single thing. Even the only person I believed loved and cherished me above all else—my beloved husband. Now, my own body was failing me. I lay completely paralyzed on the cold hospital bed, the rhythmic, hollow beep... beep... beep... of the heart monitor the only sound keeping me tethered to the living world.So when the door clicked open, I prayed to see Lucas, my husband's younger brother. A faint flicker of comfort touched my chest. I thought he was coming to bid me a final goodbye before my organs gave out completely—before I could finally slip away and reunite in heaven with my sweet Adrian.But it wasn't Lucas who stepped into the room.A woman walked in, her heels clicking softly against the linoleum. She was dressed in an expensive, tailored cream dress, her long brown hair falling flawlessly over her shoulders. But it wasn't her designer clothes that caught my fading sight.It was her stomach.She was heavily pregnant.My gaze dr

ElenaI stood up from the bed and walked slowly toward the floor-length mirror in the corner of my master bedroom. I turned around, checking my reflection from every angle in disbelief.My skin was radiant, smooth, and full of life—not the gray, sunken, hollow mess I had died with in that hospital bed.I gently cupped my cheeks, admiring the face I had once taken for granted. I was never the type of woman who stared at herself in the mirror, but today, seeing my healthy self again felt like a miracle.I glanced back down at the phone still clutched in my hand, my thumb swiping the screen awake to check the time.1:58 p.m.I knew what today was. Today was the day my mother-in-law was scheduled to barge into my bedroom, sobbing fake tears to announce that her son had “died” in a tragic car accident. It was nearly 2:00 p.m., and by 2:30 p.m., the curtain on their grand lie would rise.Barely thirty minutes. Thirty minutes to steady myself, to think, to prepare for the performance of my l

ElenaThe rest of the afternoon dissolved into a blur of black fabric and hollow condolences.Word of Adrian’s “accident” spread fast—faster than it had in my past life, since this time I wasn’t locked away sobbing in my room for three days before anyone thought to inform the extended family.By six o’clock, the house was crawling with distant relatives, business associates, and the kind of acquaintances who only appear when there’s a will to be read.I sat curled on the parlor sofa, an untouched cup of tea gone cold in my hands, playing the role I knew better than anyone in this house: the devastated, devoted wife.“You poor thing,” an aunt I barely recognized cooed, patting my knee. “Married only five years, and already a widow.”Five years. She said it so casually, with no idea what those five words actually meant—five years of “vitamins,” five years of a marriage built entirely on my inheritance and my blindness. I smiled weakly at her, letting my lower lip tremble on cue.“Thank

Elena“Why are you still rotting in bed?!”My mother-in-law’s sharp screech shattered the morning quiet as she threw my bedroom door wide open. I slowly opened my eyes, rubbing my face and sitting up against the headboard, adopting the weary, broken look of a grieving widow.“Get up,” she snapped, crossing her arms. “We have urgent preparations to make.”“Preparations for what, Mother?” I asked weakly.“Is that how a dutiful wife behaves?!” she yelled, stepping close to my bed. “We need to discuss how we are laying my son’s body to rest!”I blinked, processing her words. In my past life, no one had asked for my input on anything—they had simply handed me a pile of forged debts.“I’ll be right down, Mother,” I murmured submissively. “Just give me a few minutes to dress.”“Be fast. We don’t have all day.” She turned and marched out, slamming the door behind her.The moment she left, I grabbed my phone from under the pillow and shot a rapid text to Roxy:“Can you do me a favour?”Roxy’s

ElenaRoxy picked me up two streets away from the estate, far enough that no one peering out a window would spot me leaving with her.“Her name is Mia,” Roxy said quietly, checking her mirrors before pulling out into traffic. “She agreed to meet, but barely. It took me an hour on the phone just to convince her you weren’t calling on Lucas’s behalf.”“I don’t blame her,” I replied, watching the stone gates of the estate shrink in the side mirror. “I was married into that family of monsters. As far as she’s concerned, I’m just another Blackwood who helped sweep his filth under the rug.”“You’re not them,” Roxy said firmly, glancing at me. “But I get why she needs to see that with her own eyes.”We pulled up outside a small coffee shop on the edge of the city, the kind of place with mismatched chairs and a chalkboard menu, nothing like the polished restaurants Adrian’s family favored.A young woman sat alone at a corner table, her hands wrapped tightly around an untouched cup of tea. Her