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A few days went by with the constant screams of pain coming from the basement, but Alice still never begged or never apologized.

When we would remove the gag, she would laugh and say we were bringing her closer to meeting Taehyung again, which made her happy but made my blood boil.

She was insanely sick to the head, and her obsession with Taehyung should have been a warning sign for me, but it wasn't. I knew she left Hawaii after we got married, but I thought it was due to work, not her being upset because we were about to be married.

However, none of those memories matter anymore because Alice made me a widow and sealed the end of her life by my hands.

Although at the house it was spent dealing with our anger towards Alice, yesterday was the day of the funeral. Of course, it was a closed casket funeral because no one could see him like that. I didn't even get to say goodbye, hold his hand, or look at his beautiful face one last time because he's gone forever.

The girls were a mess at the funeral; I wasn't. The paparazzi followed us around, but I was numb to the feeling, and I was sick of being a victim of the news. Why can't people just let others grieve in peace?

I know anger isn't the best way to deal, but I didn't want to be sad. I wanted to forget about everything and go home in bed with Taehyung's arms wrapped around me and his lips on mine. But no one ever asked what I wanted, and it didn't matter anyway.

The funeral went as well as it could, but I nearly lost it when Eris and Jungkook showed up. Her baby bump was showing much more by now, but even she had tears. She didn't deserve to cry after she broke his heart the way she did.

I confronted her quietly, of course. Jungkook and her took me aside and offered their condolences, something I never thought I would hear. However, I was more in shock that they were being paid by Alice to do all those awful things to us.

"I needed the money for the baby. I'm so sorry for doing what I did," Eris would say, apologizing while grabbing my hand in a soft gesture, but I pulled away and ignored them.

Money or not, they both deserve to rot just like Alice will. Eris gave Taehyung as much hell as Jungkook did me. If anything, our pain from them is what brought us together.

After that, I excused myself and went into the bathroom of the funeral home. I locked myself away, sat down on the cleaned floor, brought up my knees, and cried my eyes out.

I don't remember how long I was in there before GiGi came looking for me, but when she did, she came and sat beside me where I laid my head on top of her lap and cried. She ran her fingers through my hair and softly spoke gentle words to settle me down.

We stayed like that until it was time for the burial. We rode in a line with the police—the ones who thought Taehyung was a hero—guiding us down the road while we went to the graveyard.

Taehyung's funeral was large, but everyone who attended didn't truly know him—didn't know how broken he was, how sweet his kisses felt in the morning in bed, or how loving his words were during the most intimate of moments. Only I would bare those memories of him until the day I pass and finally meet him again.

Everything was set up how it should be, and we took our seats for the final last words before lowering his casket into the ground forever.