I heard everything—from start to finish—all I could say is…. I'm a dead man. With her mory slowly returning, telling her the truth would be the best solution.
Before the door to Beatrix's room could open and soone would discover what I'm up to, I quickly retreated back to the privacy of my room dragging my sunken spirits behind . I was about to talk to her, I told myself to ease my guilt, but when the topic of her mories ca up, eavesdropping was my only option to acquire more valuable information.
Relieved to slip safely back to the privacy of my room, I sighed deeply and closed the door behind without the slightest sound. Lonely solitude welcod inside my dark dominion. Only the faint flicker of the lampshade helps illuminate the room, casting the unreachable corners with monstrous shadows.
I'm a dead man. The words echoed inside my head over and over again, torturing my already tortured soul. I slipped into the moon lit balcony grasping the cold rails until my knuckles turned white.
Beatrix hates now. She has all the reasons to. Sohow the thought filled with unbearable anguish. The thought she will leave—take Faith Vienne with her—tortures to no end. There's a possibility she would do just that after she realized how I kept the truth from her.
'I was rely trying to protect her.' But I doubt if she will appreciate for that. If I am in her shoes I will probably erupt like a volcano.
I want to punch the wall, more so, I want to punch myself for creating this ss. It's all my fault but who could bla for wanting to be with her. She's all I've got now. I gave up everything because of her and feel not a slight tinge of regret but if she will be the one I will lose I will die of loneliness.
I never wanted anyone as much as I want her. Oh, god help …. I love her too much. I love Beatrix—Or Phoenix—whatever her na is. She's the only woman who made realize the true aning of love. She was selfless, a brave woman who gives her love without doubts… without reservation.
But whatever love she felt for undoubtedly faded by the recent discovery after she realized I'm the ex-husband who rcilessly abandoned her and left her pregnant with a child. Whatever feelings she has for —if there's any—it's now replaced with hate, loathing, disgust, and distrust. She will never look at the sa way again. I simply beca good for nothing monster in front of her eyes.
If one day cos that I could not have her, I would rather die a quick death than spend the rest of my life without her in it.
I cannot undo what I have done. I cannot erase the mistakes I made. And the saddest thing about my regret, Beatrix will never forgive and I will never forget.
'You're gonna die an old and lonely man, Ace, and it's all your fault. You deserve what you've got." The devil taunted inside my head. Hell yeah, he was right. I deserved it all.
I brushed my fingers into my hair. My gaze shifted to the pale moonlight surrounded by the pitch-black clouds. How lonely is the moon tonight, no bright stars to make the darkness cheerful and lively. I'm like the moon—hopeless, and shrouded with dark shadows.
The door to the left side of the balcony opened, light from within spilled outside as a figure clad in pristine white night dress erged. The sheer garnt made her perfect curves clearly visible by the moonlight. Her extrely long hair loosely fell to her shoulders, in an endless cascade of the luscious waterfall. My breath caught in my throat upon her phoenix eyes t mine.
Beatrix…. The softly spoken words barely escaped my trembling lips.
Her form froze beneath the closed door, her shoulders stiffened, her feet stopped moving as if paralyzed. An eternity passed before she finally recovered her composure and slowly moved in my direction with furious energy screaming in her aura.
I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the confrontation. I counted her footsteps and when I heard it no more, my eyes fluttered open. My breath caught in my throat when I beca aware she's standing too close to that his sweet natural scent mingled with soap invaded my nostrils.
"Please… let explain everything, Beatrix."
Slap!
"That was for keeping the truth from , Ace."
Slap!
"And that... was for treating like a fool."
The slap ca in all suddenness, leaving red imprints on both my cheeks before I could even recover. The bruised skin numbed from pain. I didn't even flinch, waiting for another painful blow that didn't arrive. Perhaps I deserved more than a slap. I deserved to be kicked in the crotch or pushed off from the balcony for keeping the truth she no doubt deserved to know.
"Since you goddam heard everything by eavesdropping on my room, tell that everything's all a lie! Tell !" Her tone rose several octaves. Her scathing eyes pierced through mine rendering montarily paralyzed to my place. She had spoken softly but coldly, but it was a weapon lethal enough to harshly slice my heart to pieces.
Beatrix undoubtedly discovered I was spying on her a while ago. It was obvious in the ways she spoke she's not letting the incident pass easily. She trembled with rage. If looks could kill I would have been a cold, lifeless corpse, monts ago.
I dreaded this confrontation. And the fact that I never saw her this angry before tripled my fear. Her reaction is not a good sign. She's like an active volcano showing the first signs of a dangerous rupture.
I moved closer, touched her arms reassuringly but she jerked my hands away as if disgusted by my touch. She made a single retrieving step then glared at with fathomless rage. "Don't you dare touch ." She growled nacingly.
She continued to regard with a look that could have frozen the depths of the underworld and could have lted the glaciers of Antarctica with their intensity.
She didn't simply hate , it's an understatent. Beatrice loathed my very existence. Seeing her look at with so much disdain was an act of brutal punishnt that no amount of physical pain could match.
"Hiring a private investigator would prove to be a total waste of ti. I must end this once and for all, Beatrix. I am your ex-husband."
I wonder how I was able to say the words without breaking. The violent reaction I half expected she would burst into didn't co, instead, her face contorted into anguish, and a tear ca tumbling down her cheeks.
"Why did you keep everything from , Ace? Why?" She whimpered, her flushed cheeks were soaking with tears. Her legs gave up, and she slumped on the floor of the balcony as if all her strength had been drained by the confrontation.
"I am trying to protect you, Beatrix." The floor was hard and cold against my knee but it was the least of my concern. No matter how long I kneel in front of her it will not change anything. She abhorred . No amount of words will make her forgive my foolishness. " I saw how happy you are. You've never been so cheerful before the way I've seen you now.
I would be a fool to ruin the smile on your lips by telling you the truth."
"How could you be so cruel, Ace? Do you think I'd rather live with lies because I'm happy?" She shut her eyes tightly as if she's in so much pain. When she opened them again tears moved freely on her flushed cheeks. And when she continued speaking it was barely an audible whisper enough for to hear.
"Have you ever thought that countless tis I lie awake at night wondering who I really am and what happened to ? You don't have any idea how many unanswerable questions kept tortured over and over again."
Her rounded fist jabbed my shoulders repeatedly. I didn't shield myself from the blow. Instead, I allowed her to beat until she could until she poured all her heart out. It's the only way to ease the weight off her chest.
Her soft tortured sobs were like acids burning through my heart. When her strength faded, her arms loosely fell to her sides, I took her hands before they could entirely reach the ground and pulled her to my arms, hugged her so tight until no demons, and nightmares, and villains could snatch her away from .
She didn't push away. Or she wanted to but had no strength left in her to do so. She stayed in my arms for a long ti until her sobs subsided. Her body was warm and soft and perfectly molded into my arms as if she belonged there. A sense of possessiveness hit hard, I almost didn't want to let her go.
"Tell the truth, are you Faith Vienne's father?"
I took a deep, long breath before I replied. "There is without a doubt in my mind, Beatrix. I am Faith Vienne's father." I replied as sure as I needed air to breathe.
I stood up. Offer my palm and help her get up until she's steady on her feet. She moved closer to the rails and gripped it until her fingers paled from the exertion. She was leaning forward so I feared she might jump off from the balcony.
"Tell , Ace…. What happened between us?"
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