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The Burial

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-03-29 16:26:59

Elise's POV

I stood there watching Jade's smile drop the second she saw me. She fumbled with her phone, ended the live stream fast, and shot up from Adrian's chair so quick it rolled backward and slammed into the wall.

"Mrs. Reeds," she said, her voice going all small and sweet. "I didn't know you were coming. He's in a meeting right now. I was just..."

"Stop." I walked forward and dropped the red lingerie right on the desk between us. "I am not here for your excuses."

Her eyes flicked down to the lace, then back up to my face. For a second she kept up the nervous act, lip trembling like she might cry. Then it all melted away. Her shoulders straightened and that cold little smirk crept across her mouth.

"Oops," she said, picking up the lingerie like she owned it. "Guess the cat's out of the bag."

I stared straight at her. "You feel no shame at all, do you?"

She shrugged and twisted the diamond bracelet on her wrist so it caught the light. "Why should I? You're the wife he cheats on. That's your problem, not mine."

My hand moved before my brain caught up. The slap cracked loud across her cheek, snapping her head to the side. For one beat she just stood there, palm pressed to her face, eyes burning. Then she crumpled to the floor like someone had cut her strings, clutching her cheek and letting out a loud sob.

"Please, Mrs. Reeds, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of this. Please don't hurt me."

I watched her perform, the way her shoulders shook just enough to sell it. "Now you want mercy?"

The office door flew open. Adrian stormed in, face already twisted with rage. His eyes went straight to Jade on the floor and his whole expression changed into something ugly I had never seen aimed at me before.

"What the hell is this?" he snapped.

"Ask her," I said.

He rushed over and helped Jade up, his hands gentle on her arms, his voice dropping soft as he checked her face. "Are you okay? Talk to me."

She leaned into him, eyes still wet. "I'm sorry, sir. Your wife misunderstood the gift. Please don't be mad at her. It's not her fault."

"Save the act," I said. "You deserve an award for this performance."

"Get out," Adrian said quietly. That low tone told me he meant it more than any shout ever could.

"Adrian, she is wearing the bracelet you bought her and"

The slap came fast across my cheek. Not hard enough to knock me down but sharp enough that heat bloomed across my skin. The whole room went dead silent. Adrian had never hit me in seven years. Not once.

I pressed my fingers to my face and looked at him. He stared back, breathing hard, like he could not believe what he had just done either.

Jade made a small sound beside him, half sympathy, half satisfaction.

"Get out of my office, Elise," he said again, even quieter. "You do not come here and cause scenes. Ever."

I turned and walked out without another word. My cheek stung the whole way down to the car.

By the time I reached the cemetery the service had already started. I found the widow near the front row and slipped in beside her. She grabbed my hand tight when the pastor spoke about her husband and I held on, saying nothing because sometimes that was all you could give. She cried quiet tears and I stayed steady next to her, thinking how grief looked different on everyone. Hers poured out. Mine had been leaking slow for years until today.

When the service ended I heard the engines first. Ten black SUVs or more, moving fast, surrounding the cemetery from three sides. People barely had time to turn their heads before the first gunshot split the air.

Chaos exploded. Everyone screamed and ran, diving behind headstones and each other. I turned fast and spotted Adrian across the crowd. He grabbed Jade and pulled her down behind a big marble monument, covering her body completely with his own. His head never turned my way. Not once.

"Get down!" A strong hand grabbed my arm and yanked me hard. My knees hit the grass. Then something slammed into my side like a sledgehammer, knocking all the air out of me.

Pain followed right after. Sharp. Low in my stomach. Spreading fast and hot.

"Stay with me. Hey, stay with me." The voice sounded close but it started to fade at the edges, like someone turning down the volume on the world.

I tried to breathe but it came out wet. My hand pressed against my side and came away red. The last thing I saw before everything went dark was Adrian still shielding Jade behind that stone, his body curved around hers like she was the only thing worth saving.

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