and the low chants of the priest-all synce

or little Claire, her heart hollow, her ey

ho bothered to attend the funeral. Everyone was dressed in

allowed to see little Claire one last time. She stared down

one she vividly recalled her wearing when s

e gore. She had promised to take her to Disneyland during their school br

ake them pay-all of them! She would get to the bottom of it, she would catch Claire's murderer and w

sound and got stuck at some point, like little Claire didn't wan

ust her left, standing in front of her daughter's grave. A heavy downpour be

last respects to their daughter. Hell, he wouldn't have had t

er like she was nothing. Without empathy or an ounce of hesitation, he had

daughter, because she was pregnant with a boy.

he had never fallen for his lies and trickery, Claire would have never been born into this wicked an

ldn't they? They had used her already, and now tha

o the ground. Her body trembled, her eyes burning with enough intensity to set the world a

tance from her. Dressed in an expensive black tux, an expensive a

sed into a thin line, a grim expression settled on his hand

o a tight ball. Seeing Clara in the heavy downpour, without a shield over her head, he

saw she was ready to leave, he turned and left the cemetery, hopping on his sleek MC

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ut afterward. She drove away from the cemete

e-one last time to wrap up what

st ring, and Clara heard the sharp fe

ral all alone while your husband has been sleeping i

while Clara had been dating Ken, she never knew Yvonne secretly had a crush on him. It c

boiled and the urge to strangle them all held

Yvonne drawled. "A shame he chose me over you for a

el tightened. Her heart

m carrying isn't even Ken's child," Yvonne said,

d that wasn't even Ken's to begin with. Her poor daughter was six feet underneath the grou

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trembled, and she saw the approaching truck far too late. All att