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The cold, damp stone of the dungeon floor had become my only friend through the long, endless night. My throat was raw from all the screaming and crying I’d done, but it had also given me time. Time to think, really think, about everything that happened.
Six years. Six long years since I last saw him, my mate, Astor. And what a reunion it had been. Not the one I’d dreamed of, not in a million years. But deep down, a part of me, the part that knew Astor’s stubborn heart and had expected something like this.
The worst part? He accused me of cheating. Me. The woman who loved him more than life itself,
who would never, ever, even think of another man. The sheer unfairness of it burned hotter than
any silver. How could he? How could he believe such a lie?
My body ached. The air in here felt heavy, thick with sorrow and the metallic scent of my own fear. I’d been near the silver chains for too long, my strength draining with every passing hour.
It was almost a relief when I heard footsteps approaching, echoing loudly in the quiet space. The
clinking of keys. A sliver of light appeared, cutting through the darkness. It had to be morning.
The heavy door creaked open, and a figure stood there, framed by the faint light. My heart, already
a bruised mess, dropped further. Alice. Of course, it was Alice.
Her eyes, usually fake with soft and kind illusion, were hard like stones as she stared at me. “Well, well, well,” she said, her voice dripping with ice. “Look who decided to come back.” She stepped
closer, her shadow falling over me. “Why are you back, Faith? Why can’t you ever just let us be
happy?”
A wave of weakness washed over me. The silver chains were close, and their energy sapped every
bit of my strength. But hearing her words, her accusation, something snapped inside me. It
reminded me of the taunts and insults I ran away from.
I pushed myself up, slowly and painfully, my knees trembling. Each movement felt like an effort, every muscle screaming in protest. My head spun, but I forced myself to stand tall, to meet her
gaze.
“Get out,” I rasped, my voice hoarse and broken, but full of a fire I didn’t know I had left. “I don’t have time for you.”
Alice scoffed, a bitter sound. “You don’t have time for me? After all this? Astor and I, we’ve built a family. I don’t understand why you’re back to ruin it.”
My laugh was dry, brittle. It hurt my throat, but I couldn’t stop it. “A family?” I scoffed back, my eyes narrowing. “I don’t have to explain anything to you, Alice. You mean nothing to me.” The words
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stung my own tongue, but the anger was too strong to hold back. “I let you get away with so much when I was here. I felt sorry for you. Your whole life got turned upside down, and I felt bad.” My voice grew stronger, each word a punch. “But you didn’t feel sorry for me, did you? You slept with my mate, Alice. My mate!” My chest burned. “You are the very last person to talk about destroying someone’s family.”
Alice’s face went white. She took a step back, clearly taken aback. Her mouth opened, then closed. She looked completely shocked. Good. Let her feel it.
Before she could recover, I twisted the knife further. “And if you had really ‘built a family“,” I said, my voice dripping with fake sweetness, “Astor would have marked you. Or at least married you. But I don’t see a ring on your finger, Alice. So what family are you talking about?”
That hit her hard. Her eyes flashed with fresh anger. “We have a daughter!” she snapped, the words like a physical blow.
My breath caught in my throat. A daughter. Astor and Alice. A daughter. The sweet angel I spoke
- to. My vision blurred for a second, my heart shattering into a thousand pieces inside my chest. It
was salt to my physical wound. But I couldn’t let her see it. I wouldn’t.
I forced a smile, a cruel, fake thing. “A daughter? My, my. Well, congratulations, Alice. I’m truly…
happy for you both.” My voice was flat, empty.
Alice’s face contorted in frustration. “Just leave us alone, Faith! Like you did six years ago!”
I spread my hands, a sarcastic shrug. Even that small movement sent a jolt of pain through my weakened body. “That would be very difficult, wouldn’t it?” I said, looking around the grimy dungeon. “Seeing as I’m locked in this lovely little room. So, if you want me gone so badly, Alice, you’ll have to talk to Astor. Tell him to let me go.”
Her jaw clenched. She stared at me for another long moment, her anger warring with something else I couldn’t quite name. Then, without another word, she turned and stormed out, the heavy door slamming shut behind her, plunging me back into darkness.
The silence that followed was deafening. My fake smile dropped. My legs gave out, and I crumpled back onto the cold, hard floor. Tears, fresh and hot, streamed down my face. A daughter. Astor, Alice, and their daughter. The image wouldn’t leave my mind. He had moved on. He had forgotten me. He had a new life, a new family, and I was just a ghost from the past, an inconvenient memory.
The double standards of it all. He was the one who cheated. He was the one who moved on with someone else. Yet, he was the one who hated me, who thought I had cheated. Something I would
never, ever do.
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It broke my heart into pieces. He would never listen to me. He would never understand how I felt.
Every time, always, something happened, and he assumed it was my fault. And I had to bear the
punishment. Six years later, nothing had changed.
And now… now, I had to tell him he had a son. My son. Our son. The thought of his reaction, his
anger, his disbelief, made a cold dread settle deep in my stomach. How would he ever believe me
when he refused to believe anything else? How could I tell him my secret when he hated me so much? The weight of it was crushing.
I can’t tell him.
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