Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 1
Astera's P. O. V
The black gown was suffocating, although it was just a simple gown. Only the priest’s voice was heard in the vicinity as he said prayers for the dead.
I tried to ignore the cynical glances of people….the mockery…accusing finger.
I can practically see the rumors in their eyes. The famous rumor around here that I killed my husband.
I stared upon his coffin but no tears came to my eyes. I’ve not shed a single tear since he died and even as I stand upon his dead body about to be placed in the ground, no tears came to my eyes.
Oops. I must be confirming the rumors.
But I can’t bring myself to force tears just to defend myself. I can’t force tears to prove to the world that my husband’s death hurts me.
Because that would be a lie. I’ve never been more happy seeing someone in a coffin.
My back prickled. Someone is staring at me.
Hell, a lot of people are looking at me here, but I can’t seem to get off the feeling that someone—
My eyes found his and held.
I feel like someone has kicked me in the gut, seeing him again. The prodigal son finally returns…three years later.
His eyes was filled with hatred and disgust.
Like he heard the rumor.
Like he believes the rumor.
Like I am everything the gossips has called me and more.
Like I am everything he called me, three years ago.