Ex mafia husband

The funeral was a somber affair, filled with people who had loved Athena. Guests offered their condolences to you and Loriana as they passed by. The air was heavy with grief and the scent of flowers. The casket sat open, revealing Athena's small form, peacefully resting in a white dress.

Loriana stood silently next to you, her gaze fixed on the casket as the crowd dispersed. The air was thick with grief and tension.

Louis stood by your side, his face a mask of stoicism as the coffin was lowered into the ground. His eyes were red-rimmed, but he refused to let any tears fall. He clenched his jaw tightly, the muscles in his neck taut with tension. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles white from the force of his grip. The pain in his heart was a physical ache, a gaping wound that refused to heal.