Nicole's POV
At seven in the evening, Vera's engagement party was at its peak.
The garden was filled with vibrant roses and a buffet dinner, with people toasting and chatting, the atmosphere joyful and harmonious.
My mother was already buried in the ground, while the culprit behind it all was celebrating her engagement. The more I thought about it, the deeper my hatred grew.
My blood felt like it was boiling, rage and anger intertwined, my emotions reaching their breaking point. I wanted to kill someone!
"Crash—"
I stormed into the banquet hall, grabbed their wedding photo, and smashed it to the ground, glass shards flying everywhere.
But this did nothing to calm me down; instead, it made me even angrier. Ignoring the glass shards, I picked up the photo with my bare hands, wanting
