The Ex Wife's Revenge

"Today, we are gathered here to celebrate the life of our beloved Clara Bennett. Though our hearts are heavy with grief, we also come with gratitude for the time we were blessed to share with her," the priest said aloud as he stood on the platform, a microphone in hand. The funeral was held outside, under the scorching sun. Its heat pressed down on everyone, making the day feel even heavier. At the centre, the coffin lay on a low stand, draped in a white cloth. A small photograph of Clara rested against it, catching the sunlight. People gathered quietly around, some shading their eyes, some fanning themselves, all keeping their attention on the resting place of the one they had come to honour. While some pretended to be in pain and sorrow, others were actually crying, wiping their tears for the kind girl who had died before her time. She was now gone, never to be seen again. The mother of the deceased, despite her daughter being gone, felt nothing but happiness. After all, her daughter had been a burden to the family and to her husband. She wiped her fake tears, letting out tiny sniffles as her husband held her close, giving her a fake comfort. She just wanted sympathy from the people around her,and maybe a little money from the funeral. With wealthy connections in the crowd, there were plenty of people eager to flaunt their wealth. "We are here today not only to mourn, but to honour and remember a life well lived. Even in sorrow, we stand together in love," the priest continued in a slow tone. He was the family priest; after all this, he was going to be paid a huge amount just for wearing a coat and saying a few rehearsed lines. "To the world, she may have been one woman. But to us, she was laughter, loyalty, and… your memory will live on in us," he said. “Until we meet again,” he added, ending the speech. "At this time, we would like to invite the mother of the deceased, Mrs. Veronica Bennett, to come forward and share a few words about her daughter,” he said lightly, stepping off the platform to let her speak. She let out another sniff, gracefully walking toward the platform with her handkerchief pressed to her puffy eyes. A microphone was handed to her. She let out a shaky breath and began. “Today, we gather with heavy hearts to honour a life that brought so much light into our world. My heart aches in ways I can not describe, yet I am grateful for every moment we shared together. You were my joy, my pride, my everything. Even in the brief time we had, you taught me the meaning of love, laughter, and courage. I will carry your memory with me every day, and your spirit will remain alive in my heart. Though you have left this world, I know your light shines on in all the lives you touched. Rest peacefully, my beloved child. Your journey continues in a place where pain can not reach you, and I will hold onto the love we shared until we meet again.” She finished her long speech, her makeup smudged, and her face red. A heavy silence filled the hall as everyone bowed their heads, some wiping away tears, others clasping hands quietly. She stepped down from the platform, walking back to where she had been standing, making sure everyone saw how much she supposedly loved her daughter even though it was fake. "The next person will be the spouse of the deceased," the priest went on to say. But no one could see him anywhere. He wasn’t in the crowd. People started whispering. “Where is he?” someone asked. “Seriously, he can’t even show up?” another said. “They said he loved her… but clearly not enough to come,” someone muttered. Heads turned as people looked around, shaking their heads. Some sighed. Some just stared at the empty space where he should have been. The room felt heavier with his absence, and everyone could feel it. The priest cleared his throat and waited, but no one came forward. "Okay, so let's move on. We'll call her best friend, who she took as a sister, the closest person to her," he said. He called out again, looking into the crowd, only to be met with silence. People couldn’t help but murmur again. He cleared his throat once more. "Okay, then we'll call on anyone who would like to share anything about the deceased," he continued, noticing the crowd was already speculating. Meanwhile, far away from everyone, under a big tree, they were hidden. The sound of the funeral,the priest talking, people crying, was just far away. They looked around, making sure no one was seeing the position they were in. Elara was pinned against the tree as Cauis held both her sides,leaning in to give her a soft kiss. She groaned, yearning for a few kisses,but she was afraid of being caught, deciding to pull away for a few seconds and check her surroundings. “No one can see us,” Caius whispered against her lips. “Good,” the other she, grinning. “Let’s just… have a little fun,afterall its your wife's funeral.” she said, giggling. "How I wish she could see us huddled together and having your mouth on mine," she said with a sly smirk,loving the thought. Cauis let out a little smirk, pushing her further into the tree. "Let's hurry. Before they're done with the ceremony, we don't want to miss the important part," he said, burying his face into her neck. He started slow,giving her deliberate and show kisses on her neck to bite and sucking her neck as she groaned in pleasure. He smirked slightly at the control he had on her,with just a few kisses. Been slow and deliberate, he grinded his body against her moving from her neck to her lips,this time he kissed her with fierce passion like he wanted to eat her up,taking her lower lips into a mouth. Relinquishing the taste of her lips, it tasted more like lipstick but had a hint of cherry,her favourite lip balm. He continued, his one hand sliding unto her waist and holding it tight while the other held unto her jaw. She pulled away briefly. "I need you inside me," she whispered. "Now?" he asked a little, shocked by her proposal because they were outside. "Yes, I do,please," she begged, wanting more than a few touches. His hand moved from her jaw, grabbing her butt tightly. "Okay," he said, breathing deeply as his hands found its way into the middle of her thighs, pulling down her panties, which were already wet. Her legs shook slightly, a little surprised at how in a rush he was. He pulled her lips onto his again,his hands pulling her dress up,only for her to let out a shaky breath as she felt the wind graze her skin. They didn’t care about the sun or the heat or what was happening at the funeral. Out here, it was just them.