109. is it the end?

BELLATRIX....

I stood at the corner of the funeral home, my eyes blurred, unable to focus on anything but the smiling photo of my father.

I wasn't surprised when, last night, the news of his death came to the imperial palace; perhaps I was expecting it.

I had seen him in the hospital two days ago. That twisted feeling after seeing his condition—a part of me was prepared for this day.

Yes, I know he had hurt me, prioritized Florence over me, turned out to be the killer of my husband's parents, and even attempted to kill him in Russia. He even unhesitatingly signed the document severing our relationship. However, in between all that, there were also memories of the first eight years of my life. Those memories were amazing and pretty evident in my heart.

With my grandparents and my parents, especially Dad. He adored me; sometimes, he was my partner in crime and saved me from Mom's scolding. Those memories may be long forgotten by my parents, but I still cherish them.

After all, tho