Beside him, holding onto his arm like she had every right to be there, stood a tall brunette in a fitted black dress. She wasn’t just any woman. It was Rachel—his coworker, the woman I had seen repeatedly flashing across Lily’s phone over the last few months.
At first, I thought I was seeing things. My mother, sitting beside me, let out a sharp breath. “Is he serious?” she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with disgust.
I didn’t need to look twice to recognize Rachel. Her name had been on my sister’s phone more times than I cared to count. The fact that she was here, at Lily’s funeral, standing by Jason’s side as if she were the grieving widow, was a slap in the face to the memory of my sister.
My blood boiled as I stared at them. How could he? How could he stand there with his mistress—his affair partner—so soon after the death of his wife and unborn child? The man who had once promised to love Lily had not only betrayed her in life but was now rubbing her death in our faces.
A Room Filled with Tension
