#Chapter 295: Stella’s Burial

The atmosphere inside the funeral home was laden with somber melancholy as I made my way back inside. Timothy found me almost immediately and took my hand. “Everything okay?” he asked, whispering into my ear. I looked up at him, seeing the tiredness in his eyes and wanting so badly to get him away from all of this. “Yeah. You?” “Somewhat” He glanced around. "They're getting ready to bury Stella's body.” The words settled within me like a heavy stone, a stark reminder of the irreversible loss that had enveloped us. The thought of Stella's final resting place sent a shiver down my spine, the weight of the moment urging me to confront the unsettling truths that lingered beneath the surface. As we approached the room where Stella lay, I noticed Andy's hesitance, his discomfort more obvious than ever as he stood near her. A wave of suspicion swept over me, connecting dots that had previously remained obscured. Stella's desire to marry Timothy instead of Andy had been a point of content