Iris:
I didn’t feel comfortable standing there, eavesdropping on their conversation.
After Lord Ronald finished speaking, he hurried off, taking his daughter with him.
I started walking toward my car when Lady Vivian’s voice stopped .
"That happened because of you," she said, making freeze in place.
I still tried to ignore her. I planned to walk away, but so people never stop until they’re silenced.
"You co back and ruin my son’s life twice. Do you not feel bad for him at all?" she continued.
I finally turned to face her, straightening my coat as I walked closer.
Her eyes lingered on my outfit.
She even glanced at my hair before rolling her eyes, clearly displeased to see looking confident and comfortable in anything I wore.
She used to pick my dresses for .
Her manipulation had once been subtle, but after spending years away from them, I realized how she and her daughter had controlled in countless ways.
"How did I ruin anything for Kash when Lord Ronald clearly said there was so dispute between him and Kash, or sothing Lord Ronald had with him? I don’t rember him ntioning or my children," I replied, folding my arms across my chest.
Lady Vivian’s eyes widened slightly, as if realizing I was finally speaking back, sothing I had never done before, when I used to act as if I didn’t even have a mind of my own.
"So you walk away from our house and decide to be the worst version of yourself?" she snapped, referring to my behavior toward her, which was quite ironic, to be fair.
She made sure to remind she didn’t like . She never liked seeing confident.
"Well, I think sotis manipulation wears off when you’ve been away from a manipulator for too long," I replied, my eyes steady and my eyebrows relaxed.
I blinked normally, a controlled smile resting on my lips.
"It was wrong of you not to let or Zoe et Kash’s children. We are their family," she said, shifting the topic to the children—my children.
"No. I’ll be the one making decisions for my children, just like you used to do for your son. In fact, you were so controlling that you even controlled his wife," I told her. "So no, I’m not ashad to admit I control my children’s lives, and I won’t let you or Zoe near them."
I hissed the last part, my eyebrows drawing together.
There’s only so much anger I can control.
My body tensed, but I quickly straightened and forced a smile, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing upset.
"Anyway, I won’t stand here and argue with soone I can’t even compare myself to," she said. "The difference between you being a mother and being a mother will always be unbelievable. You ca from the woods. I co from a very decent family of werewolves." she hissed.
"As for my daughter wanting to et her niece and nephews, I’ll make sure that happens. You won’t be able to stop it, because they’re our blood too. So go on thinking you’ve won, until my son brings the kids to et us."
She spoke in a low, taunting tone, making clench my jaw.
That’s when Kash walked out.
I expected him to be angry since his engagent ceremony seed to have been called off, but he looked surprisingly calm.
"Kash!" his mother called, smiling the mont she saw him. It was clever of her.
"I was just requesting her to let us et the children, but I guess she’s not ready to let them et their roots," she said with a sigh, sniffing softly as if she were crying.
I knew she wasn’t crying. She wasn’t.
"Mom, I don’t have ti for this. I’m heading out. We have a lot of work pending," Kash said.
He surprised again when he ignored his mother’s act and walked toward his car.
He must have been really upset.
"Oh, all right. If you want, you can stay ho. I know you’re worried," his mother called out, walking after him.
I stayed behind for a mont before turning to leave.
My mother had wanted to speak with him about the waters, but how was I supposed to do that now that the engagent was over?
I sat in my car and started driving. My car was right behind Kash’s.
He was driving recklessly, probably because of the stress from the engagent being called off.
Once we arrived at the building, I stepped out and saw him heading straight toward the entrance.
When I walked in, I noticed he was holding the elevator for .
It felt unnerving, after what had happened last night and everything that morning, the conversation we were about to have was bound to be uncomfortable.
I stepped inside the elevator, and he pressed the button.
I took a sharp breath, expecting him to speak at any mont. But instead, he stayed silent.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye a few tis.
He stood beside , hands in his pockets, tall and broad like a wall next to .
His head was tilted slightly in my direction, and I could feel his gaze on . But since he didn’t say anything, I didn’t either.
The silence stretched until we reached the top floor.
Just as I expected the doors to open and give an escape, he pressed the button for the first floor again.
That’s when I knew he was going to be difficult.
"So you didn’t cheat on ," he said finally.
I turned to him, staring in disbelief. "I’m sorry, what?"
I knew exactly what he ant, but not why he was bringing it up, or what kind of pictures he had seen that made him believe I cheated.
I wondered what went through his mind when he saw them.
Did he think of cheaters as horrible people?
Did he question if he was just as bad as he thought I was?
"No, I didn’t," I replied, rolling my eyes.
I turned back toward the elevator doors while he continued staring at .
"There were pictures of you," he said again. "And I thought—" He stopped himself before continuing. "I don’t like your mother."
As soon as he said that, I turned to look at him again.
I had to play my part, I didn’t want my mother to turn that anger on later.
"Well, it seems like I don’t like yours either," I said.
A harsh look spread across his face the mont the words left my mouth.
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