Chapter 82

The sound of birds chirping in the air sounded like the wails of fake tears and sobs slipping from the eyes and lips of half the congregation Viana didn't know.

The air was stale, the weather dark and the hymns miserable.

The black decorations weren't helping the gloomy state of the environment.

Yes, the day was miserable, just like she felt seeing them put her son's coffin on the ground.

The godfather had locked her in a cell until the burial. She could only cry, nothing else.

It hurt.

Everything hurt.

Eros was nowhere to be seen.

Bodyguards watched her from all angles. She couldn't even breathe, she felt suffocated.

She was in a very murderous mood as she watched Leilani and Alex dropped their flowers on the grave.

She hated them.

One look at Leilani's swollen belly, and she knew she wanted to kill the bitch and her unborn child.

If she couldn't be happy, why should anyone be happy?

Bile filled her throat as Sharon cast her a pitiful gaze, Georgina and Army quietly cried beside her.