Dear Sweetheart novel

after the next. Since Julian had worked in Faymon Group before, Faymon Group employees were

allowed to attend his funeral.

The day after the next, huh?

Rayna gazed at the pair of pearl earrings she held in her palm. The pearls were white and perfectly

round—they were exceptionally beautiful. Reminded of how Julian had died in her arms, Rayna sobbed

soundlessly in grief.

On the morning of Julian’s funeral, Rayna put on a solemn black dress and a black funeral hat.

James was already waiting downstairs, fully clad in black as well. “Rayna, I’ll go with you. I want to thank

him too.”

“Sure.”

The Faymon family cemetery was in the suburbs. It would take a two-and-a-half-hour car ride to get

there. The ancestors of the Faymon family bought the plot of land fifty years ago, intending for all the

Faymons to be buried in the same place after their passing.

When Rayna and James arrived, there were already a lot of cars in the outdoor parking lot.

Rayna’s gaze swept across the Pagani for one brief moment. With pursed lips, she entered the cemetery

with James. From afar, they could see that many people had gathered there.

“Julian. Oh, Julian. My dear son…”

Rolanda, who was devastated and extremely haggard, came into Rayna’s view as the latter neared the

crowd. She was crying her heart out in front of her son’s tombstone while others tried to console her.

Jessica approached with quick steps and whispered, “I think you shouldn’t have come, Nana. All of the

Faymons are here. Look how pitiful Julian’s mom is.”

“Julian died for me. How could I not come?”

Jessica sighed at Rayna’s reply.

Rayna took a few steps forward and saw Curtis among the crowd. Dressed in a black suit and devoid of

any expression, he sat still in his wheelchair. Somehow sensing Rayna’s gaze, he turned his head

around, and their eyes met.

The moment Curtis saw Rayna, his eyes flickered, and there was a subtle change of emotion. There was

guilt in his eyes.

Rayna quickly looked away with a disdainful sneer. She waited for those in front of her to finish paying

their respects, then stepped forward and carefully laid down the white flower she had brought in front of

Julian’s tombstone.

Julian’s photo on the tombstone showed him smiling lightly with a gentle gaze.

He seemed to be smiling at Rayna as she put her hand on his tombstone and mumbled, “I’m sorry.”

They had gotten married to each other for their own agendas. Despite that, Julian had treated Rayna

fairly well throughout the year they were married. Except for that ugly row they had when they divorced,

they had never fought with each other.

Because of Rayna, his life had come to a halt in its twenty-fifth year.

I’m sorry. If there is a next life for the both of us, I will marry you properly and only love you. Julian, I

swear I’ll avenge you.

“Why have you come, Rayna?” Brooklyn was the first to notice her. “Julian’s dead because of you. He

doesn’t want you here! Get lost!”

Rolanda, who was close to passing out from her intense sobbing, looked up upon hearing Brooklyn’s

shrill voice.

As soon as her gaze landed on Rayna, intense hatred filled her eyes. She pushed away the person who

was supporting her and launched herself at Rayna.

“Give me back my son! My son!” Rolanda wailed as she strangled Rayna, shaking the latter back and

forth forcefully like a mad woman. “Give him back to me! You damned woman! Why weren’t you the one

who died? Why? Why my son? He’s only twenty-five years old! Die! You should die! Return my son to

me!”

Rolanda did not hold back at all. Rayna’s face turned purple from the lack of oxygen, but she did not

resist the older woman’s assault.

Curtis’ gaze darkened. He was about to ask Wyatt to go over, but James was faster to react. James

yanked Rolanda away roughly and shielded Rayna from her.

“I’m sorry for your loss, but my sister is a victim too,” said James solemnly.

“She caused his death! She’s a victim, my foot!” Rolanda lashed out again, yanking and hitting James,

landing a few scratches on his face in the process. “She should die in his place!”

Kristie was aggravated upon seeing that.

She took one step forward, but Jeremy planted a hand on her shoulder firmly to stop her. He said quietly,

“You shouldn’t go. Let Curtis handle this himself, then he’ll know not to cross a woman in the future.”

“That old lady is scratching up my boyfriend’s face!” Kristie replied through gritted teeth under her breath.

“How could she? I’ve never scratched his face even when we fight!”

Jeremy was speechless.

Brooklyn added fuel to the fire by saying, “Ms. Garland, I’ve got to hand it to you. You’ve somehow

bewitched two men from the Faymon family, making them eat out of your hand. I heard Curtis became

immobile because he shielded you from the impact during that accident. Now, Julian died because of

you. You’re quite the jinx, aren’t you?”

Rolanda seemed to be reminded of something. She pointed a finger at Rayna and started shrieking, “A

few months ago at Atty’s welcome baby party, I noticed you constantly staring at Curtis. So, you’ve

already planned to gain his favor back then, haven’t you? What has my son done to you? Why did you

treat him that way? His death is on you! You frivolous woman! Even if you were struck by lightning a

hundred times, it wouldn’t be enough!”

Rayna’s lips trembled, but she did not say anything to defend herself.

It’s all my fault. No matter what Rolanda says, I have no right to talk back to her.

“That’s enough!” James could not hold back any longer. “I understand your anger and grief, but you

shouldn’t slander my sister.”

“Slander? How am I slandering her? Everything I said is true! She was already pregnant before Curtis

had made anything official between them. On top of that, she even went to the Faymon residence to

show off. What do you think was her intention? If I were to give birth to a daughter like her, I’d end her

myself!”

James clenched his fists tightly.