I stared at Amaris, her face once so familiar and cherished to me, now twisted with nothing but frustration and disdain, all because of another man.
A sharp pain pierced through my chest and I erupted into a violent fit of coughs.
But Amaris never spared me another glance. She supported Silas as they walked out, leaving me behind in the wreckage, abandoned and alone.
Looking back, it was almost laughable.
A child could never truly keep secrets, no matter how hard they tried.
Ever since Silas moved in, my son, Caelum, who had once clung to me every day, now seemed completely captivated by something else.
Even though reason told me he might not be my biological son, after two lifetimes as his father, I still couldn’t help but care for him.
"Caelum, how are your grades this term? Let me take a look."
I swallowed the dryness in my throat, forcing out the words hoarsely.
"What’s there to look at? It’s so annoying. Nothing to see."
Caelum didn’t even glance up, his fingers absently picking at a shiny metal tin.
His tone was sharp, tinged with icy bitterness, each word sliced through me like shards of glass.
Unconsciously, my eyes drifted toward the courtyard.