(From Blue's Perspective)
That day, Dem ca back and told how his eting with Evelyn went. It turned out she was dead set against and kept on telling him to divorce . It was pretty funny because divorce was sothing Dem and I would never get. We were just too tied together.
"From what I understand, I think Mother has t up with her and put rubbish in her head," Dem said.
"Hmm…"
He placed a comforting palm on my cheek and I looked into his eyes. I saw the difference in the color again, but ignored it.
"What are you thinking?"
"Sothing is not adding up and I'm… anxious."
"Tell about it."
"You have told before that the relationship between Evelyn and Mother was never that deep. Besides, she went to Mazazine and found out about Mother's past and even said that she found it all shady. Then, why would she suddenly believe her, even if we think that Mother t up with her and told her all of it?"
"… Do you think she is being controlled?"
"I don't know anything, Dem. I just… It's too much pressure on ," I said and cradled my baby bump.
"Darling, take so rest. I can't tell you not to worry, because that would be useless. But for the sake of our baby, I hope you will rest. Both of our children need you. Until our baby is born, please rest well, darling, and let worry."
"It's not enough… Sothing is going to happen, Dem. I can feel it… And I can't relax…"
He hugged tightly and for the first ti, it did not make feel better. Sothing was off. I could feel it. Was there sothing around to make feel like that? Or, was it just in my head?
No, it was not in my head. I simply knew it. Or, I would not have felt this bad.
I pulled back from the hug and stared at him. He was surprised.
I was surprised too. But I was surer than ever.
This man was not my husband.
I knew it with all my heart. So, I did not waste ti confronting him. It was not him. It could never be him. And when I drove my clawed fingers through his chest, when he gasped and blood poured out of his mouth, I did not stop, not until I pulled out his heart and he lay motionless on the floor with blood all over.
I felt nothing. Why would I? This man could not be my husband even if he looked like Dem.
I stared at the heart in my hand. Human heart, werewolf heart- they looked the sa, only it was slightly bigger than a human heart.
Dion let out a cry. I did not get up. I just stared at the body. So kind of fear crept inside .
Did I just kill my husband? What if it was my husband and I had been wrong?
I crawled towards the dead body, ignoring my son's cry. I checked it again and again, for so sign that would give a hint that it was not my husband. But indeed, it was my husband's body. Anyone could see it.
My body almost started shaking. Even the scent I got from him was my husband's.
That was the mont when, as if fate was by my side, the door of my bedroom swung open and Dem walked in quickly, possibly hearing our son's cry from afar.
He stopped short, looked at the body which looked exactly like his and at , then at my hand and at last, at our son in his crib.
At the sight of him, I dropped the heart on the ground, got up hastily and ran into his arms. I did not even notice that my gown was bloody as well as my hands.
I did not cry, but I was relieved, more than ever. I had been right and I did the right thing. But what if I had been wrong? Would it be okay if I killed my husband? Would I ever recover from that?
"Who was it?" he asked, his tone sounded controlled.
"A dark mage… I don't know why, but I sensed nothing from him. No black mana, nothing. It was you. I thought it was you the whole ti," I said. "Then, sothing about him… I felt sothing. I felt very uncomfortable.
And I killed him."
Dem did not say anything else. He called the knights and took Dion from his crib. He soothed our son, while I watched every numbly.
'Feel sothing,' I urged myself. But I felt nothing.
Was I turning into a monster?
I stood on the balcony, shaking, while our room was being cleaned. I felt chilly. More than anything else, I was feeling confused. I needed ti to think. But would ti even give an answer?
Sothing was wrong with . Maybe I was right. I truly was turning into sothing else. A monster, or even sothing worse than that.
"Mama…"
My son's voice made turn and I noticed he was right behind in his father's arm.
"Yes, baby?" I mumbled. My lips were quivering. I needed to calm down. This was not how I wanted to be in front of my son.
"Mama…," he said again.
I took him from Dem and kissed him on the forehead. "Darling, Mommy is failing you…"
My pure and little son did not understand. Perhaps that was why I could say it so easily, without fearing what answer I might hear.
"You are not failing him, darling," Dem said. "You just need so ti dedicated to yourself only. You should do what you like and take as many days off as possible. I can take care of Dion. Dion is a good boy. He will stay with Daddy like the good boy he is."
"You know, I can't do that…"
"Of course, you can, only if you want to. The problem is, you never take a break. Honey, everyone is working, but you are working more than you can handle, more than anyone can handle. So, take so rest. I know, the situation is tough. So, take it easy."
"About today…"
"It wasn't . I wasn't there. You killed soone who ca here to hurt you and our son. Of course, you had to act. It's a good thing, you understood."
"But I did not… Not entirely… After it was done, I could not… I could not find any different between you and him…! I… I thought I killed you!"
"For a mont, did you not think it was not ?"
I was a little taken aback by the question. For so reason, I did not think soone could even think of this question after seeing what happened. I thought he would hate thinking I could kill as well.
"…Y-Yes…"
"For that small mont, were you not entirely certain that it was not , but soone else with my skin?" Read exclusive chapters at My Virtual Library Empire
I gave a small nod. It was true. For a mont, I was surer about it than anything else. But for a small mont only. It was like a flash of lightning. As soon as the realization ca, after I killed him, the realization went away that fast.
"Then, honey, why are you sad? You knew. That's why you did it. It makes happy that no one can deceive you even with my skin. If you could not recognize him, he could have hurt you and sothing would happen to you and you would think it was . For example, would you like it if soone with your face and body kissed or hurt or anything and I was not able to figure it out beforehand?"
I shook my head.
"It's the sa for . I am glad. I know you won't hurt , darling. You just have to believe so yourself," he said and bent to kiss . Our son almost stopped him because he wanted a kiss too, but Dem was too focused on . "Darling, you are too tough on yourself."
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