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He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 192

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Grant sat on the bedroom rug, his back leaning heavily against the edge of the bed.

The room was dark, save for the moonlight slicing through the gap in the curtains and casting a pale line across the floor.

His hands gripped one of Sienna's shirts, the fabric already wrinkled from his relentless touch.

A faint gardenia scent lingered on it, the signature body wash she always used.

He buried his face into the fabric, inhaling desperately, trying to cling to the last remnants of her existence.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

The bright hallway lights spilled aggressively into the room, stinging Grant's bloodshot eyes.

He squinted sharply, the muscles around his eyes twitching uncontrollably, but he didn't look up.

Lyla Lennox stood in the doorway holding a glass of warm milk, her silhouette stretched long against the backlight.

She wore a silk nightgown with a plunging neckline, one hand deliberately cradling her flat stomach.

"Grant, you've been sitting here all day." Her voice was soft, the end of her sentence trailing up in an expertly crafted display of fragility.

Grant didn't even bat an eyelid. The only movement was his knuckles turning white as he gripped the shirt tighter.

Lyla stood there for a few seconds. Seeing him completely ignore her, a flicker of irritation flashed across her face.

She lowered her eyes, quickly adjusting her expression to one of pitiful sorrow as she stepped into the room and placed the milk on the nightstand.

"The dead can't be brought back. You have to take care of yourself."

She feigned a look of sympathy, but her eyes gleamed with an irrepressible thrill.

Sienna was dead.

The bitch occupying her rightful place as Mrs. Gauthier was finally dead!

When she had heard the news, she had hidden in the guest room and laughed into her hands for a solid ten minutes. Even God was on her side.

Now, the Gauthier family and Grant were all hers.

As soon as the 'baby' in her belly was born, she would officially become his wife.

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