Buried on His Wedding Day
“How could you be gone? How could you just die? We just got divorced, and you even wished me happiness, Elara? Is this some kind of nightmare?”
Yes, I had wished him happiness — but without me. If only he had listened more carefully, if only he had understood that part. If only he had truly heard me.
Lucian suddenly crumpled, sobbing as he crawled toward my Urn, his behavior growing frantic. “I don’t believe it. You’re all lying to me. You’ve all agreed to put on this show today, haven’t you?”
He was unrecognizable now. The powerful, domineering head of the Hawke family was gone. In his place stood a broken man, desperate, unraveling, consumed by grief.
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