Til' Death Do Us Part ✅

Epilogue

Five years later....

Juliette

I sat in the warm sun with my sunshades on under the beach umbrella. The last five years had been almost perfect. It's amazing to actually have lived two separate lives and now I was at peace.

Officer Hunter never found Greg's body but they find his blood and carnage splattered across my family's mausoleum. Some people said he couldn't take the guilt and killed himself. Some say he broke in from the ceiling and the glass shredded him to death while others say voodoo played a part.

I remember:

Greg had made his way to the cemetery. I had whispered in his ear earlier to come to me. He was drunk when he got there. I knew the groundskeeper had given him the extra key to the mausoleum so he unlocked it and came in. He lit the huge flame that casted a shadow all around. He took a sip of vodka.

He started talking nonsense on how people and the police were looking for him and that I ruined his life. He desecrated my grave as he pulled down his pants and pissed on my grave marker.

"Take that bitch!" he said staggering back. At that moment I felt my soul leaving my body. It was a dishonor among the departed and to God to disrespect the dead.

He thought I wasn't real, maybe not in the flesh but it was me. He was scared as I felt a power flowing through me. I summoned my ancestors for more power. Their spirits rose as their anger guided them through the other tombstones inside. I judged his actions and my ancestors entered my body. I felt so alive than any other time in my life.

I needed Greg's blood to complete the ceremony. I had told Cole I needed his, but Greg was the one I wanted. From the inside, I tossed him around like he did me. I felt Cole's presence and he didn't need to see what I was about to do so I slammed the doors. I tore away Greg's organs, drank his blood and pulled his heart from his chest. His screams feed my wrath as the glass from the ceiling came shattering down. When I pulled out of Greg, his body exploded leaving him eviscerated across the graves. Revenge was never so sweet.

"Mommy, mommy look I can swim," Josephine called out. She brought me out of my thoughts.

"I'm so proud of you." I gave her a hug.

"Daddy, look!" Josephine yelled out.

My husband walked up to me with a mango tea and kissed me. I loved him so much. He was my rock and Prince Charming rolled into one. He sat down next to me with all his sexiness.

"Are you sure you want to tell your parents you are alive?" Cole asked.

"Yes, Josephine keeps asking about them and I don't have the heart to tell her why they haven't seen her."

"Juliette they will be here any minute, you're sure?"

"I miss them Cole, everyday." I wanted my parents in my life. I didn't want to open up old wounds but it was time to tell them the truth.

"Your guests are here," Adela our housekeeper said.

"You ready?"

I nodded my head. He kissed me and grabbed my hand along with Josephine's and we walked into the house. I stayed back in the sunroom.

We had bought a house on the beach in Zanibar, Africa. We moved in a few days after Cole saved me. He quit his job and managed half the restaurant from here. He always went to New Orleans to conduct business.

Looking down at Josie, she was the perfect mix of Cole and I. She had my green eyes and curly hair. For him she had his straight nose and cheeks that I loved to pinch and a heart of gold. We were our own three musketeers.

Josie was a handful. At times I was tired, a residual consequence of my condition. I was even hoping my parents would retire and move here and let Uncle Titus run the shipyard.

I touched the charm around my neck. I could always feel it's power. I believed that Josie and my next child would also inherit the power. I heard my parents laughing and talking to Cole.

"This place is absolutely gorgeous Cole. I can't believe you have a landing strip right outside your house. This place is huge and the beach is breathtaking," my mother said.

"Who is this little one?" My father asked as Josie walked towards them being shy.

"This is my daughter Josephine," he said.

"Wait! I didn't know you were married?" my father asked confused. "You've never brought anyone home."

"Yes sir I am and have been for five years. Josephine is your granddaughter."

"Hello Grand and Grandaddie. I have been waiting to meet you," she said in her proper tone. She was homeschooled and she was smart as a whip. She hugged them.

"What? Impossible," my mother asked hugging her back.

At that moment I walked I. The living room. "She is mommy."

My mother stepped back and put her hand to her chest. My dad was in complete shock. I touched the small thin line around my neck which was a constant reminder of who I was.
They both began to cry. I walked up to them giving out hugs.

"Remember when I came to your room the day I died?" I whispered in her ear. She nodded.

"I met Josephine St. Claude, who saved me and Josie is named after her. I've missed you both so much and I want you all here when your next grandchild is born."

My mother pulled away and touched my stomach. My dad was wiping his tears. The second time I saw him cry.

"Come on we have a lot to talk about," Cole said.

"My baby is alive and she has baby of her own," my mother said holding my hand and Josephine's. My dad patted Cole on the back and hugged him.

"Josie, go tell Adele to bring out lunch and tell her you can help." Josie's face lit up as she skipped through the living room to the kitchen.

I felt love all around me when Cole grabbed my hand. He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. It was quick but it told me that he was here for me.

I looked at my parents. "Shall I begin?" They both nodded and I felt the weight of the world being lifted. I knew my family was now complete.

The End...