Chapter 90: Fucked up

The news of Ermanno's tragic death rippled through the community, sending shockwaves of grief and confusion in its wake.

Celine found herself thrust into the role of comforter, offering words of sympathy and condolence to his friends and family as they mourned his passing. But each consoling embrace and murmured apology served only to twist the knife of guilt deeper into her heart.

In the privacy of her own mind, Celine writhed in a tangled web of self-hatred and remorse.

Celine hated that she had to comfort his friends and family as they cried over him knowing well that she was the one who killed him.

She couldn't bring herself to look at her reflection in the mirror, haunted by the memories of her act of violence. The only solace she found was in her growing belly, a constant reminder of the life she'd helped create with the man she'd loved and lost.

Celine's fingers gently traced the curve of her growing belly, her thoughts consumed with guilt and doubt. How could she be a good mot