Why was I making excuses for her? Edwina had started rubbing off on me, and I needed to think clearly. I cleared my throat.
“Sit down,” I said in an authoritative tone.
She gently sat down. I could help but stare at her belly, which was already having a baby bump. I was so annoyed knowing that the child was a product of lies.
“I am surprised to see you here, ” she finally said as she settled into her chair and gently placed her hands on the table.
“I decided that I needed some clarity and closure, and only you can give me that on this specific topic,” I said to her sincerely. I was way past the stage where I would mince words and try to play around before hitting the point.
“I know I owe you an explanation for all I did, but before I give it to you, I want you to know that truly, I am sorry and regret all I did.”
“Just a few months in prison, and you are already a changed person. I love your reform,” I replied sarcastically. This wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to justify my actions and know that I was right to keep her here this long without any trial. And here she is, coming to me with a half-baked apology as a supposedly changed being.
“Sonia, I am not here to demand any apology from you. If I am, to be honest, I would rather you don’t give any. I just needed to know why,”
Her eyes were already becoming teary. It must be the pregnancy hormone. I heard women who are pregnant tend to get emotional a lot, and so her reaction is understandable.
“I understand. You must hate me now, and honestly, I deserve all the hate you throw at me, but I just want you to know I regret it. I am so sorry and willing to serve any kind of punishment you want to assign to me, even if it is the death sentence__.”
“Please stop all this, Sonia,” I pleaded. It broke me to see her cry. I had never seen her cry since we got married, and today she was all broken and shattered into pieces.
“I mean it, I deserve it, and I will willingly take it with no complaint. Please don’t just kill me yet. Allow me to give birth to this child and give it to my sister, Edwina. She would be a better mother than me,”
With the mention of Edwina’s name, I knew I wasn’t strong enough to have this conversation with her today. I wheeled myself to the door and knocked once she broke down to the floor crying, and as soon as the guard opened the door, I strode away.
Today isn’t the day I face my past.
Edwina’s POV…
The last time I was sitting at this desk, glaring through his eyes and all the lies he had told me.
I hated myself for believing what he had told me all those nights when he came home smelling like expensive female cologne. Whenever I confronted him about my suspicions, he had flared up angrily and accused me of not trusting him.
I wish I had listened to my instinct and investigated more. I wish I had chosen not to believe him. I should have analyzed our situation and how often he had unofficial trips to go, and I should have followed him to some of his so-called work functions. But I was the faithful wife who always stayed home waiting for her cheating husband to return home.
If I am to be honest with myself, I had always known that Ben was cheating on me, and he had more skeletons to hide in his cupboard than he let me in on. But the only thing I had not expected was that he was having a relationship with my sister, my flesh and blood. That was the height of deception for me, and it hurts especially coming from a man who had made me believe for a slight second; that I was wanted.
You know the ugly truth about lies; there is always a truth in what we try to feed ourselves to satisfy the nasty reality of the life we live.
My hands were tingling, and I kept tapping my legs on the floor, waiting for the door to open. I had sworn to myself to be stronger this time. The last time as soon as Ben called my name, I had run out of the prison, and I regretted coming when my heart was not ready to face my truth in this form. The door opened, and I knew the day of reckoning had come. If I couldn’t face him today, I am not sure there’s ever a world where I would be able to face him.
He walked into the room looking strained. There was a fresh wound cut on his face; it wasn’t there the last time I had come. He looked tired and weary. He only looked this way whenever he came back from the battlefield.
This place must be a living hell for him. I held my hand clenched together and kept my gaze on him. I didn’t want to keep thinking of all the hurtful things he had done to me when I could face him and ask why.
“Edwina, you are here again,” he muttered, his voice sounding hoarse and bitter. There was something about him that had changed in this place. I couldn’t place my fingers on it, but I knew he was different.
“I decided that I needed some answers,” I replied, almost whispering. I knew I had to sound confident and not weak. I am here to confront a part of me that has cost me a lot of pain. I needed to be fierce, even if it meant I would pretend to be.
“I have a lot of questions to ask you, I was looking forward to a conversation with you before you sheepishly ran out the last time you were here. I hope you know I don’t bite, right?” He was making a mockery of my weakness. I knew him so much to tell his devilish unfriendly comment wasn’t coming from a place of empathy but ridicule.
“Well, I am here now, aren’t I?” I asked with a smirk on my face as I realized this man had not so much grip on me as I thought. I knew all his tactics and childish attempts to play with my heart and emotions.
“Well, let’s hope you don’t run away again,” he said with a grin on his face, and I sighed.
“First of all, how is it finally being the Luna.” He wasn’t asking. I almost forgot that Alex had come here to cut the ties between Ben and I before getting married to me.
“Well, I guess that’s who I was always meant to be,”
He burst into an uproar of laughter, and I was infuriated by that. A lot of eyes were on us at this moment. I didn’t request a private room because I didn’t want to be in an enclosed space with him.
I placed my hands on the table in order to look more confident than I felt.
He smiled.
“Well two deformed people suit each other,” he retorted, and I grimaced. I knew what he was doing, but I wasn’t going to allow him to get to me, not today or tomorrow.
“I know what you are doing Ben, I know how your sick mind works and how crazy you get when you do not have control of your outcome__” I tried to combat before he interrupted me abruptly.
“I am not sure you know me that much.” He paused and smiled mischievously, “if you did, how come you weren’t aware when I was fucking your sister right in your face?”
My hands tingled, I felt like reaching out to him and slapping him, but that would mean he has gotten his way and won a battle on what is and what is not.
I knew this had to be the time I gave the most silicon smile I could pull off.
“Well, I knew you were cheating, I didn’t know you could be that foolish to cheat on me with my sister who turns out to be the Alpha’s Luna. I knew you were dumb but I never thought that dumb,”
His veins appeared through his skull as he simmered in resentment.
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