"Rita, so many people came today, all here to say goodbye to you."

Steve stood in front of my gravestone, dressed in a black suit, his expression filled with grief.

I watched him coldly. The weather was beautiful today—bright sunshine, clear skies—but inside, I felt nothing but gloom.

In life, he never gave me a grand wedding, but now in death, he wants to throw me a lavish funeral.

I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. How ironic.

Steve seemed oblivious to my laughter as he continued, speaking to himself. "Rita, I miss you."

Watching his fake display, I felt a wave of nausea rise within me.

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