The Internet’s Favorite Couple Was My Marriage’s Worst Nightmar novel Chapter 77

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The next morning, family and friends showed up.

I texted Emily one last time:

“Lily’s gone. You’re really not even going to say goodbye?”

I wasn’t expecting a response.

Everyone helped plan the funeral.

They offered their condolences. Told me to be strong.

More and more people arrived.

And someone asked where Emily was.

I had no answer.

To them, Emily had always been a great wife. A great mom.

I’d heard it for years:

“You really lucked out with her.”

“She’s amazing.”

That amazing woman?

She’s the reason Lily died.

Emily and I had been childhood sweethearts.

We grew up together. Fell in love. Built a life.

Even Lily used to ask me

“How’d you get Mom to marry you? She’s so cool!”

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But now that same “cool mom” couldn’t even be bothered to show up.

People tried to excuse her.

“She’s probably just busy.”

“Maybe she hasn’t heard yet.”

But I saw through the whispers.

“What kind of mother skips her own kid’s funeral?”

Because she was busy, alright.

Busy promoting her assistant.

Busy throwing a party.

I watched the funeral home staff roll Lily away.

It felt like someone carved a hole straight through my chest.

Jack, one of my coworkers, rushed over to help.

He looked like he wanted to say something but held back.

I forced a smile-

Worse than crying.

“Just say it, Jack.”

He sighed.

“Emily’s not coming.”

“She got wasted at last night’s celebration.”

“Alan had to carry her home. She’s still out cold.”

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I scoffed.

“She had a good time then?”

Jack hesitated, then added,

“She gave Alan a hundred grand in bonuses… handed out ten grand to everyone at the párty.”

“People were joking Alan’s the real boss now…”

He trailed off.

I just laughed.

Turns out my daughter’s life…

Was worth less than a company party.

“Thanks for telling me.”

I clenched my fist around Lily’s death certificate.

Heat boiling up through my chest.

Family nudged me. It was time to go.

I followed them to the funeral home like a puppet on strings.

On the drive over, Alan texted me a picture.

Emily, passed out in bed.

Clothes a mess.

Half–naked.

Red marks all over her neck and chest.

“Lucas, maybe you should come take care of her.”

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“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

Seriously?

I let out a dry laugh and texted back:

“Why don’t you take care of her?”

“Sounds like she’s all yours now.”

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