Chapter 191
TIMOTHY POV
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Timothy stood in the dimly lit funeral home, his head still pounding from a hangover. He had never
imagined himself in this ce, discussing the final arrangements for someone so dear to him. His
mother was gone, leaving behind an ache that seemed insurmountable.
The funeral director, a somber woman with kind eyes, was patiently guiding Timothy through the
various options. He listened, trying to make sense of the practicalities. There was so much to n,
but he didn’t know much about what his mother would’ve wanted once the time came.
As he discussed the details of the service, the floral arrangements, and the guest list, Timothy’s
mind kept drifting back to the moments he had spent with his mother during her final days. He
hadn’t been the son he wished he could have been. He had been wrapped up in his own life, his
own problems, though he was grateful to have been by her side until herst breath.
A sharp, unwee interruption pulled Timothy from his thoughts. The doors of the funeral home
swung open, and in walked his father. The sight of his father in this ce was surprising and
unsettling.
“Dad,” Timothy said cautiously as Kamran approached. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Kamran looked at him somberly as he came to stand by his side, hands shoved in his pockets. “She
was still my wife, Timothy. I have every right to be here, to handle the arrangements.”
Timothy’s brows furrowed, a hint of anger bubbling beneath the surface. “But you left her. You left
her years ago, and you weren’t there for her when she needed you most.”
Kamran’s gaze remained steady, his voice unwavering. “That may be true, but she was still my wife.
We shared at life together, and now I want to make sure she’s taken care of in the end.”
Timothy shook his head, his anger ring. “You can’t just waltz im here and take control. You
weren’t taking care of her when she was alive. She deserved better.”
Kamran’s jaw tightened. “I know I wasn’t the husband I should have been, but I loved her, and I still
do. Don’t forget that I was the one still paying for that house.”
Timothy fought the urge to flinch at the passion in his father’s voice. He didn’t think Kamran would
have felt so
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strongly. It seemed like everyone was buying time until her death, treating her as the family’s
estranged, ailing pet more than anything.
“I won’t let her memory be tarnished,” Kamran continued. “And she deserves a proper burial.”
Timothy’s anger began to ebb, giving way to a deep sense of sadness. He remembered his
mother’s final days, her frail form in the hospital bed, and the conversations they had shared. She
had mentioned, just once, her wish to be cremated, a simple and quiet way to bid farewell to the
world.
He sighed, his voice heavy with the weight of his emotions. “She told me once that she wanted to
be cremated,
Dad. It was her wish.”
Kamran’s eyes softened, his shoulders sagging. “I didn’t know that.”
Timothy nodded, already losing his resolve. “We can have the funeral, Dad. For the sake of the
family. But the cremation is going to happen despite what anyone says.”
Kamran gave a nod of agreement, the tension in the room gradually dissipating. “Thank you,
Timothy.”
They returned to making arrangements with the director, and Timothy had to fight back the bile that
rose in his throat upon seeing his mother’s body. They had dressed in her a fine silk dress, and her
face, once sunken and
depressed, was tugged into a content smile. After the funeral, it would be thest time he’d see it.
Just as they had shifted into discussing the steps for who would carry the casket, the entrance door
creaked
open, and their attention was abruptly diverted. Ste and Andy came rushing in, and the calm
atmosphere was immediately charged with fury.
Ste, with a stormy expression, marched into the room, her eyes locked on Timothy. Her lips were
set in a tight, angry line, and her voice was shrill as she spoke. “Timothy,” she hissed, “did you and
Evie leak those affair photos to the press?”
The usation hung in the air like a thundercloud, and the room fell into a tense silence. Timothy
was taken aback, more so that she had the nerve to address that here. “What? No, Ste, of course
not,” he replied. “Why on earth would you think that?”
Ste’s anger only intensified as she shot a withering look at Timothy. “Don’t y innocent with
me,” she snapped. “The photos of you and that woman went public, and it can’t be a coincidence.
You’ve been trying to screw me ever since you found out about me and Andy.”
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Timothy clenched his fists, his anger mounting. “Ste, you’re way off base here,” he retorted. “I
would never do something like that, and neither would Evie. We’re not responsible for those photos
getting out.”
Kamran, who had been silently observing the exchange, finally spoke up. “Ste, perhaps we
should discuss thister,” he suggested, his voice trying to soothe the mounting tension.
But before Ste could respond, stepped forward, a guilty look in his eyes. “Ste…
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“Not now, Andy!” Ste shushed him and turned back to Timothy. “I dropped the protective order!
What more did you want from me?”
“Ste, I sent the photos to the press.
Ste turned back to Andy, stunned into silence. The confession hung in the air, a bombshell that
shattered the already fragile peace. Ste’s anger shifted from Timothy to Andy, her face contorted
in disbelief and betrayal.
“Why the hell would you do that?” she eximed, wing at her hair.
Andy took a deep breath as he grabbed her shoulders and urged her closer to him. “I did it because
I love you, Ste,” he admitted. “I can’t stand by and watch you go through with this wedding when
things have been so good between us.”
Kamran’s face darkened with anger, and he took a step toward Andy, his voice growing threatening.
“This was not part of the n,” he snapped. “We agreed to let her move on with her life.”
Andy, however, remained undeterred, his determination clear in his eyes. “The baby was always
mine,” he dered, his voice defiant.
Ste looked as if she were caught in a storm, her expressions shifting rapdily. She turned to
Timothy, her eyes pleading for understanding. “Timothy, I need to exin,” she implored.
But Timothy’s patience had worn thin, and his anger simmered just below the surface. “No, Ste,”
he snapped. “I don’t want to hear it. I have business to take care of, and this is not the time or
ce.”
The room reverberated with his anger, a tense silence following His outburst. Ste’s face crumpled
and she parted her lips once more.
“Timothy, please,” she started again, her voice trembling. “We need to discuss this.”
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Before Timothy could respond, Andy stepped forward and took her hand. “Ste, we need to talk,”
he insisted, his voice firm as he pulled her away.
Ste gave Timothy onest fraught look as she turned and left the funeral home with Andy, leaving
Timothy and his father alone in the silence that followed.
Timothy clenched his fists, his anger and frustration consuming him. He had hoped that the funeral
would bring some sense of closure, a chance to say goodbye to his mother and put the past to rest.
Instead, it had brought forth a bigger mess.
“I can’t believe that boy!” Kamran growled pacing the floor in short bursts. “The one time he decides
he wants to ‘settle down! Unbelievable!”
His exmations grew quieter, and Timothy waited until the room fell into an uneasy silence. The
funeral director, who had been a silent observer throughout, cleared her throat and tried to refocus
their attention on the funeral arrangements.
Timothy’s anger had deepened, and he struggled to push aside the emotions that had been stirred
up. “Let’s just get through this,” he muttered.
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