My Husband, My Tormentor
I never imagined my life would take such a sharp turn. Everything seemed to be going well-I had escaped from my past to start fresh in a new country, a new city.
But he ruined those plans.
His entry into my life was unexpec...
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Darius reached the cemetery where James's body was about to be buried.A chilling wind passed through the graveyard, rustling the dried leaves scattered across the ground.
The entire Salvatore family was present, dressed in black, their expressions ranging from grief to bitterness.A sleek black coffin was brought forth by four men and gently lowered into the dug-up grave. The sound of it hitting the wooden platform below thudded ominously.
One by one, members of the Salvatore family stepped forward. With solemn faces and shaking hands, they picked up fistfuls of soil and dropped it onto the coffin a final goodbye .
Now, it was Darius's turn.
He stepped forward, his dark overcoat swaying with the wind. His face was unreadable not sad, not angry, just cold. He bent down, picked up a fistful of dirt, and stared at it for a moment before slowly letting it rain down onto the coffin.
"Hope you never get the peace, brother," he whispered, his voice low but loud enough for nearby mourners to catch every syllable.
Gasps echoed. Heads turned.
Samuel Salvatore, immediately glared at him, his eyes narrowing with hatred. Whispers rippled through the crowd.
The rest of the burial was completed quickly after that. The workers moved in, covering the coffin with layers of soil. The finality of death settled in the air.
