Chapter 6
To my surprise, my funeral wasn’t as desolate as I’d imagined.
The room buzzed with mourners, most unfamiliar faces, likely drawn by the weight of my name. My funeral had become another networking opportunity for the elite.
The noise fell silent as Victor entered, marking the start of the service.
Every ritual was completed with precision, yet Benedict was nowhere to be seen.
For a brief moment, the room was eerily still. Then, the doors swung open with a bang, and Benedict arrived.
I let out sigh of relief, waiting for the show to start.
His face was pallid, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion, and his clothes were the same ones from the day before.
As he trudged forward, his gait heavy and labored, his gaze locked onto my portrait at the altar.
It was only then that the truth seemed to finally sink in. This wasn’t a joke. My death was real, a fact he could no longer avoid.
His trembling hand reached
my picture, only to be shoved away by Victor.
At that precise moment, the screen lit up, playing the first of the videos I’d prepared for him.
As my face appeared on the screen, Benedict crumpled to his knees, his strength utterly drained.
In the video, I said, “Benedict, congratulations on our divorce. Remember this piece of music?
“It was my magnum opus, the one that solidified
my
career
and also became the symbol of our love.
“Too bad, thanks to you, I’ll never play it again.”
That day, he was busy accompanying Tylor during her piano practice.
Because of this, I managed to mix the publ
paperp
with company documents and lured him into signing all of them.
The camera panned to my ruined piano its lid closed over shattered keys.
I sat on the bench, attempting to play, but
the
wash and broken.
My hands, once my pride, had been damaged by t
I played this piece when we first met when I was performing on the stage. Right, I almost forgot I was a pianist.
After marrying Benedict and shifting my focus to company affairs, I never played again.
“This piano was a birthday gift from you. It’s also the one you stood by and watched her destroy.”
The second video played seamlessly after the first, showcasing how I’d meticulously orchestrated my revenge.
“Benedict, you’re not just foolish. You’re despicable. I once gave you my genuine heart, and you stabbed it without hesitation.
“Now, I gave you a false sense of love, and you fell for it so easily. Your company, your possessions… Everything you prided yourself on, I’ve
taken them back.
“I now own your company. Do you regret it, Benedict?
“Back then, when Gabor Group was on the brink of collapse, a marriage contract tied our families together and saved your company.
“If you hadn’t staged those ridiculous acts of love, I wouldn’t have abandoned my career for you.
“Benedict, let me remind you, playing the piano was my dream, not some marketing gimmick for your convenience.
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“And just as I could work tirelessly to revive your company, I had the ability to take it away, piece by piece.
“Your so–called glory? I’ve shattered it with my own hands.”
