Standing Next To You Novel – She’s Dead Under the hot weather, a group of people in funeral clothes were crying mournfully in front of a coffin. They were crying so loudly and heartbreakingly that anyone would think that the person in the casket was their daughter, their beloved sister, or their beloved niece. Their heartbreaking cries would be so convincing if not for the clean and dry handkerchiefs they were holding.
Because of their exaggerated cries, the solemn and tense atmosphere had become a funny show. A restrained laugh sounded among the visitors. But this laugh was quickly drowned by the loud cries at the front. Even the others heard it, they pretended to not notice it. The priest finally finished the prayer. People in black clothes lined up as they put a white rose on top of the coffin one at a time. They all said their goodbyes. Their expressions were full of sorrow, sadness, and reluctance.
However, no one knew if their words and feelings were sincere or just a facade to get on the good side of the attorneys who were in charge of distributing the will. After all, the woman inside that casket was known as being a devil, a villainess- a ruthless woman who was cursed by many in their private meetings. She wasn’t married and did not leave an heir. All the wealth under her name had become a tempting pie that everyone wanted to gnaw on. After bidding their goodbyes, they wiped their tears on their way back to their seat.
When no one was looking, they would utter a relief under their breath. “The heavens finally took pity on our family.” This show continued to go on until a man in his mid-thirties walked up to the front. He did not line up like the others. But when he showed up, the person at the front of the line stepped aside. The man was in his business suit that fitted well in his toned body. He looked like he just dropped by from his business meeting.
He stood tall in front of the pit. His expressionless face looked cold and menacing. It did make him unapproachable but it added to his charisma and handsomeness. When the man stood silently in the grave with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, everyone turned silent and looked over. Even the hired mourners whose job was to cry loudly, halted. They knew this famous man. Wasn’t he well-known for being the arch-enemy of the woman lying in the casket? Who knew that this handsome man came here to attend the she-devil’s funeral? Did he come here to celebrate? After all, these two could not leave under the same sky.
Everyone did not dare to breathe loudly and watched the man’s every action. What farewell would this man say? The subject of everyone’s a