The headline was plastered everywhere. I read the comments that flooded the internet with satisfaction.
"I doubt Mr. Dylan's words about Mrs. Gisella wanting him to get married. Maybe it's just an excuse!"
"What an asshole! No wonder Mrs. Gisella died, perhaps her mind was tormented!"
"Mrs. Gisella's death seems suspicious. Especially since the funeral was done in private!"
I gasped as I read the last comment.
"Brian, did you know about my funeral?" I asked in a trembling voice.
Brian looked at me for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. Dylan even broadcast it live. I'll show you the video."
As soon as the video played, I felt like I'd been thrown into a deep pit of darkness.
My funeral was so quiet. There were only a handful of people, all faces I didn't recognize. There were no genuine cries, no real grief. Dylan stood there with teary eyes, but I knew those tears were just a mask.
And Alexa, that damn woman was standing by his side, hugging him lovingly!
"Damn it! You asshole!" I yelled angrily, my hands clenched tightly.
Brian immediately grabbed my shoulders. "Calm down, Gisella. You're just recovering."
I caught my breath with difficulty. "Thank you, Brian, for helping me."