I carried her to the funeral home myself. After the cremation, I laid her to rest in a quiet little cemetery, a simple burial in a peaceful plot of earth.
After kowtowing three times, I dragged my numb body to the River Bridge. Standing at the railing, I recorded a video and set it to publish on a timer, then uploaded it.
Without a shred of hesitation, I jumped.
At that moment, Anthony was in the obstetrics wing with Victoria for her prenatal checkup. The two of them were discussing baby names.
His assistant's call cut through the conversation, the voice on the other end frantic.
"Mr. Henson, something's happened. Miss Whitfield jumped off the bridge!"
