The funerals for the Smith men were held together.
Mrs. Smith was completely useless, so the entire responsibility fell onto my shoulders.
After playing the perfect host and greeting all the guests, I stood beside Mrs. Smith near the black-and-white portraits, quietly waiting for the funeral to begin.
But when the screen was supposed to show a memorial slideshow of their lives, it suddenly began broadcasting explicit videos of Arthur and Elena.
I had heavily pixelated Elena's face, but Arthur's face was completely visible.
There was even a video from the night I had supposedly been drugged.
The entire room erupted into chaos—
I feigned a sudden panic, clutching my chest as my face drained of color, and weakly lowered my head.
Every single eye in the room filled with pity for me.
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