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Just in case someone decides to tell them the cause of his death since the media doesn’t know yet. It’s been a week since his death and today was the burial. All the Donatellos dressed in white to his Wake and burial ceremony which is being held in the Donatello estate. After the family had said their prayers in the family temple, they went to the church for the pastor's sermon. The reporters who were allowed into the estate were all stationed in front of the family chapel to take pictures and videos of the burial ceremony and guests. Logan held Milana firmly as they both stepped into the church. Milana made sure to wear a free gown that is flared so it will conceal her pregnancy.

I know. I grab the remote of the medium-sized TV hanging on the wall, switching it on. Perhaps a little distraction will help, but my jaw drops at the first image on display. The video coverage of my wedding is on display with the huge caption: BUSINESS TYCOON PATRICK BAXTER'S DAUGHTER DITCHED AT THE ALTAR. No... no, this isn't right.

I had all sorts of thoughts running through my head. I snatched the laptop from Stella and went to G****e. Searching for his name came with lots of articles. Business interviews, Vogue interviews because they covered his wedding, tf! And then articles on his divorce. I pressed play on the first video I saw. It was dated four years ago. He looked tired and dishevelled and his voice filled the screen. 𝐘𝐞𝐬. 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞. 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭

The name cut through the room making Valeria freeze. “Celeste?” she repeated carefully. Elena nodded slowly. “Rumor has it they’ll be making some public appearance. Power couple and all that bullshit.” Valeria swallowed hard. Her eyes drifted toward the framed photo on her shelf, a picture of her holding her daughter, Stephanie. She was wrapped in a tiny blanket, only a day old. That child had been her rock getting her through hard times. “They got married two months after the divorce,” she said quietly. “Like I never existed. Like we were never anything.”

Had she said something taboo that offended Matthew? “Your wife was truly a magnificent beauty,” Travis intervened to relieve her at the right moment. “Unfortunately, they encountered an accident at sea while they were traveling a year ago. She didn’t make it back.” Hailey was speechless. “I’m so sorry.” She really didn’t know what else to say.

Prez replied. “You remembered?” Traci gasped. “Every single detail.” Prez agreed. Just then a ruckus was happening at the front door. They turned to see what was going on, and walked the rest of the way down the stairs. Rocket was marching a woman into the main room. It was Cavanaugh’s wife. “Ah hell.” VP muttered. “This just got complicated.” Radar replied. “I take it you’re here to kill my husband?” His wife asked. No one said anything. They weren’t going to incriminate themselves. Now they’d have to decide what to do with the wife. As far as they knew, she’d never had anything to do with bothering Traci in anyway. But they couldn’t leave a witness.

His family probably didn’t even know she existed, and she had no intention of humiliating herself further by standing at the back like some stray outsider who wasn’t sure if she had the right to cry. The news segment ended and bled into another, but she wasn’t really watching anymore. She picked up her phone out of recent habit and opened her socials, only to regret it immediately. Gossip blogs were eating the burial alive. Some had even managed to snap close-ups of Valentina, her face unreadable behind a pair of large black sunglasses. One headline practically shouted at her: ICE QUEEN ATTENDS FUNERAL OF HUSBAND'S VICTIM.

Officer Sheen asked. “My husband.” Thelma replied her voice trembled as she spoke. “I am sorry ma’am to announce this, but your husband Valentino Zachary was found dead two hours ago.” Officer Sheen told her in the most sympathetic voice and words he could use. Thelma felt like her whole world just crashed down right in front of her, all the voices in the hallway drowned around her as she unconsciously leaned against the wall. She held on to the wall for support but her legs could not support her weight anymore and she slid down to the floor in shock.

After Diana left, I sat on the couch with Raven's laptop and began to search. My fingers trembled as I typed the first name into the search bar. Lucas Hart. The results flooded the screen. Articles, photos, social media profiles. My husband. My murderer. The first article made my breath catch in my throat. "Local Businessman Mourns Wife's Tragic Death." There was a photo of Lucas at my funeral. He wore a black suit, his face arranged in perfect grief. His eyes were red, like he had been crying. He stood beside a closed casket, one hand resting on the polished wood.