Beverly's POV

The funeral turned into a circus before we even arrived at the memorial grove. Reporters lined the path three deep, cameras flashing like strobe lights as our car pulled up. They shouted questions over each other, their voices blending into an ugly roar that made my head pound.

"Beverly, is it true Bruce threatened you into marriage?"

"Did he pay off your debts as blackmail?"

"Are you being held against your will?"

Bruce's hand tightened on mine. I felt his fury through the ...