"And now my wife has chosen the destiny of love for me before she died. She has died because her body could not withstand her worsening illness," he said again.

I squeezed my chest, which felt tight. My eyes burned with tears—not of sadness, but of searing anger.

Dylan, that bastard.

"We have to do it now! I don't want him to live happily without any guilt!" I exclaimed, handing Brian his cell phone back with a vengeful glare.

Brian looked at me for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I've come up with a plan. Let's start by destroying his image. I'll spread the evidence of his affair with Alexa!"

I quickly sent all the evidence to Brian. Within minutes, intimate photos of Dylan and Alexa were all over social media.

Just like Brian said, we sat back and watched their downfall.

"Mr. Dylan and Mrs. Alexa's affair!"

The headline was plastered everywhere. I read the comments that flooded the internet with satisfaction.

"I doubt Mr. Dylan's words about Mrs. Gisella wanting him to get married. Maybe it's just an excuse!"

"What an asshole! No wonder Mrs. Gisella died, perhaps her mind was tormented!"

"Mrs. Gisella's death seems suspicious. Especially since the funeral was done in private!"

I gasped as I read the last comment.

"Brian, did you know about my funeral?" I asked in a trembling voice.

Brian looked at me for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. Dylan even broadcast it live. I'll show you the video."

As soon as the video played, I felt like I'd been thrown into a deep pit of darkness.

My funeral was so quiet. There were only a handful of people, all faces I didn't recognize. There were no genuine cries, no real grief. Dylan stood there with teary eyes, but I knew those tears were just a mask.

And Alexa, that damn woman was standing by his side, hugging him lovingly!

"Damn it! You asshole!" I yelled angrily, my hands clenched tightly.

Brian immediately grabbed my shoulders. "Calm down, Gisella. You're just recovering."

I caught my breath with difficulty. "Thank you, Brian, for helping me."

Suddenly, Brian's cell phone rang. One of his bodyguards informed me that Dylan and Alexa were doing a live broadcast to clarify the news.

I smiled wryly. "Good. I want to see how he lies this time."

We sat together in front of the screen, watching him speak with a confident expression.