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Chapter 18%
I stared at the portrait of Chesca inside the house where we once lived together. It was the first bedroom we shared here. It was ours alone. When I married Hestia, I didn’t let her stay here. I asked for another house.“}
I didn’t want to bring any woman here, especially not the one who replaced her after her death. I was too bitter about the fact that I married the perfect woman, and in a snap, she was gone.
Chesca… her death is still a mystery that remains unsolved to me. The car she was using when the accident happened had no real fault. That’s why the brake failure… was completely unexpected.}]
It was ruled an accident, and that is what the findings wanted both the Scotts and the Ducanis to believe. But Hestia… she woke up inside the ambulance and started telling me and Mrs. Scott that she saw someone at the scene. She saw someone who touched the car before it started rolling down the hill. I remember it vividly.}
Even though she didn’t open her eyes at that time, she kept saying, over and over, “Someone pushed the car… I saw someone… touches the car.”
But we had no proof that what happened was not an accident, that it was intentional. Even worse, the last thread of hope we had disappeared when Hestia woke up and lost two years‘ worth of memory. Her last memory was the marriage, nothing more.”
She doesn’t remember the deal she made between me and her sister. She doesn’t even know why she was with Chesca that night of the
accident.
I touched the ring on my finger. It was mine and Hestia’s. Chesca’s was already gone because I returned it to her coffin, with a promise that I would never forget my love for her.
I tried to avoid forming a deep connection with Hestia. To me, it felt wrong to marry her when she didn’t remember anything, and worse, she was Chesca’s sister. But maybe… maybe five years is a long time. It’s enough to catch feelings not for a mere stranger but for a wife who I shared bed, who I ate breakfast with and stayed with in a house.”
Maybe I didn’t guard my heart well enough. Maybe she managed to slip inside, plant strong feelings in me, and I was too shallow to realize it until now. Until I was asked about it. Until I was on the verge of losing her.”
All those nights I spent with her, since when did I stop imagining it was Chesca? When Lorde was being made… I imagined it was Chesca. But since when did I start seeing Hestia for who she is during our moments together?!
If I really love her now… since when it happened? How could I not managed to acknowledge or notice it?
“Is it considered wrong if I really did fall for your sister, Chesca?” I asked the portrait. “Are you hurt and… punishing me?“}
I took a swig from the bottle of rum before releasing a long sigh. Drinking won’t help, like Hestia always reminded me, but I needed it.
“I don’t know how to get her back,” I whispered.}
I glanced at my watch and saw it was just nearing three in the afternoon. I was already getting drunk, unable to wait for the evening to come because this problem weighed heavily on me.>
How could I think about actually loving her when she’s torturing me like this? I never like non–submissive women and yet… I learned to love her?
I smirked.
My quiet solitude was disturbed when my cellphone rang. When I saw my gamma’s name flash on the screen, I lost even more interest. Still, I answered it and would only hang up if it turned out to be a nonsense call.}
But since when had it ever been nonsense when it was Beverly? She was obliged to look after my son, and she could actually do a decent job at it.
“Alpha? Lucian, help us! Lorde fainted!“}
I stood immediately, especially when I heard the fear in her voice, like something serious had happened to my son.
“Why did he faint, Beverly?” I shouted while running out of the house.
I heard her sobs, and it only made me more irritated.}
“Answer me! What have you done to my son again?” I barked.“}
She kept crying. “He asked for… theme park… I b–brought him and… and we rode the roller coaster-“}
“Are you out of your mind?” I cut her off. “Lorde has a weak heart, Beverly. He is not fit for intense or wild rides. Why did you take him out without asking for my permission?“}
I started my car’s engine and sped off. “What hospital?” I asked furiously.
Her voice trembled as she kept apologizing, but I only grew angrier rather than feeling any pity for her.”
“I only wanted to l–lift his sour mood–“%
“Which hospital, Beverly? Give me the damn location before I cut your throat.“@
“Caddenburg,” she finally answered, still crying and apologizing.
I hit the steering wheel and cursed at her instead. “If something happens to him, you are done, Beverly. You are so done.”
She made him ride a damn roller coaster? Strong emotions, excitement, fear… all of those are forbidden for Lorde. Does she not know that, or is she actually trying to kill my child on purpose?>
