My Funeral, His Destruction Stage

Adelle POV

Jeannie was already there when I arrived with Daisy at the school gate, a vibrant splash of defiance in her sharp red suit. She knelt, arms wide, and Daisy launched herself into her embrace.

"Oh, my sweet pea! I' m so sorry I missed your birthday!" Jeannie exclaimed, hugging Daisy tightly. "Auntie Jeannie is the worst, isn' t she?"

Daisy giggled, shaking her head. "No, Auntie Jeannie! You' re not late! And thank you for the presents! I' ll treat you to lunch later, okay? I have money!" She pulled out a small, worn piggy bank from her backpack. "I have enough!"

Jeannie laughed, a genuine, joyful sound. "Oh, really? I eat a lot, you know!"

Just then, my breath caught in my throat. Across the schoolyard, a familiar, hated tableau. Carter, Fernanda, and Fernanda' s child, all in matching designer sportswear, walking towards the entrance, a picture of perfect, happy family.

A jolt of raw, visceral jealousy shot through me, quickly replaced by a cold, burning hatred. How dare he? How dare they parade their stolen happiness in front of my daughter?

Jeannie' s posture stiffened. Her laughter died. Her eyes, when they met mine, were filled with a dangerous, icy fury. "Adelle," she murmured, her voice tight. "Don' t."

"Please, Jeannie," I whispered, grabbing her arm, my voice pleading. "Not here. Not now. Daisy…"

But Jeannie shook her head, her grip firm. "Oh, I think now is exactly the time." She released my arm and strode forward, a force of nature in her tailored suit, directly into Carter' s path.

"Well, well, well," she drawled, her voice carrying across the quiet schoolyard. "If it isn' t the happy family. Or should I say, the new happy family? What a touching sight, Carter. You finally decided to show up for a school event. Pity it' s for the wrong child."

Carter stopped dead in his tracks, his casual smile vanishing, replaced by a thunderous scowl. Fernanda, beside him, visibly flinched, shrinking back slightly.

"Jeannie, I warn you," Carter snarled, his eyes blazing.

"Warn me?" Jeannie laughed, a sharp, brittle sound that cut through the air. "You think you can warn me? The high-flying architect who abandons his wife and child for a glorified mistress and her… mistake? The man who steals his wife' s designs and claims them as his own artistic genius?"

Fernanda gasped, her face paling. "That' s not true!" she cried, a pathetic protest.

"Oh, it' s very true, sweetie," Jeannie sneered, her eyes raking over Fernanda' s shrinking form. "And let' s not forget the recent addition to your perfect family, Carter. The one who felt so threatened by Daisy that she ordered her father to hit his own child. What kind of monster are you, Carter? What kind of example are you setting for these children?" Her voice rose, raw with fury. "You abandoned Adelle, you stole from her, and now you' re actively destroying your legitimate daughter' s childhood! What kind of father are you?!"

A small crowd of parents and teachers had gathered, their murmurs growing louder, their stares burning into Carter and Fernanda. My face burned with shame, but a dark, intoxicating thrill sparked deep within me. This was it. The public humiliation he deserved.

Carter' s face was contorted with rage. He took a menacing step towards Jeannie, his fist clenching.

Just then, a sleek black limousine glided to a silent stop at the curb. The back door opened, and a tall, impeccably dressed man stepped out. His gaze swept over the scene, sharp and assessing. It was Aidan Conrad. My ex-fiancé.

"Jeannie?" Aidan' s voice, cool and authoritative, cut through the tense air. "What' s going on here? You' re late for our lunch."

Jeannie, surprisingly, softened. "Aidan! Oh, just a little… family drama." She glanced at Carter' s furious face, then at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Aidan' s gaze followed hers, landing on Carter, then on me. His expression, previously calm, hardened into something dangerous. The situation had just become impossibly complicated.