Chapter 4
The next morning, Hudson, despite his well–known aversion to germs, tenderly cleaned and redressed my
wounds.
The home nurse watched with barely concealed envy. I felt nothing but emptiness.
His heart seemed to break when he saw my crying–swollen eyes, that familiar look of worry crossing his
face.
“Reese, I know you’re grieving. Trust me, I am too. But you need to rest – I’ve lost our boy, I can’t lose you too. Let me handle the funeral today.”
Handle it? Like you handled murdering your own son?
Swallowing my bitter thoughts, I kept my voice steady.
“No. I need to say goodbye to my baby.”
At the funeral home, I spotted them immediately – Valeria and a teenage boy, practically holding court
with my mother–in–law Eleanor. They were making her laugh.
At her grandson’s funeral.
Everyone else wore respectful black. But not Valeria – she’d chosen a skin–tight red dress. The teenager
matched in a blazing red suit.
Eleanor didn’t seem to notice or care. She fawned over them like they were her actual family, even
having the staff shield them with umbrellas from the mild sun.
Valeria’s eyes glittered when she saw me. “Oh Eleanor, sweetie, save the umbrella for poor Reese here. After all, she’s the one who lost her child. And those injuries…”
Eleanor turned to me, her face twisting with disgust.
“It’s just one ungrateful brat gone. Why the dramatic puffy eyes? So theatrical – you’re embarrassing the Montclair Family.”
“Look at Val and Leon – they actually care about family. Rushed straight here off their flight to to check on poor old me. Even brought me this gorgeous jade bracelet. They’re real family – unlike your ungrateful,
selfish ass.”
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Eleanor never accepted me.
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