He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 195

"Didn't know?"

Lucas spat the words through clenched teeth, heavy and frozen, dropping like stones into the rain.

He didn't bother saying another word. Instead, he delivered a brutal kick straight to Grant's shoulder.

The force sent Grant crashing into the mud. The bodyguards let go of his arms, leaving him sprawled in the filthy water, too broken to pull himself up.

"She was swallowing painkillers by the handful every single day. She couldn't even keep water down, and you didn't know?"

Lucas crouched down, grabbing Grant by the collar and yanking him halfway out of the sludge.

"You didn't not know—you just didn't care!"

"You only had eyes for that venomous snake, Lyla Lennox!"

"And now that Sienna is dead, you drag yourself over here to play the heartbroken widower?"

The words swung like a sledgehammer, caving in his chest.

A sudden roaring silence consumed his ears, leaving only the sound of the rain and the violent hammering of his own erratic heartbeat.

Lucas forcefully released his grip. Stripped of support, Grant slammed heavily back onto the ground.

This time, he didn't fight to get up. He just lay there, sinking into the freezing, bone-chilling muck.

The rain streamed down his face, mixing with blood and dirt until his features were utterly unrecognizable.

At that moment, the low, mournful notes of a funeral march drifted from the hall.

Through the crack in the heavy doors, Grant caught a glimpse of the framed black-and-white portrait.

The Sienna in the photo smiled with peaceful serenity. It was taken during their first year of marriage.

Back then, there was still light in her eyes.

"Sienna..."

Grant crawled forward on his hands and knees, his fingernails scraping against the harsh concrete until they bled.

"Please, let me in."

He grabbed onto the hem of Lucas's pants, pressing his face into the bitter rain and mud.

The almighty CEO of The Gauthier Group had completely surrendered his dignity, begging like a dog.

Lucas looked down at the pathetic excuse of a man at his feet, his eyes devoid of a single ounce of pity.

"Get out."

"She finds you disgusting."

Lucas turned and walked back up the steps, the wall of bodyguards instantly closing ranks behind him.

The doors to the memorial hall slowly shut right in Grant's face.

The funeral dirge grew louder.

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