I Am The Luna

Chapter 63

ZAIA. I stare at him trying to process everything he has just told me. My mind and emotions are wreaking havoc within me. How is this possible?

How could Mom do this?

How could she lie to me like this?

Annette is Mom’s sister?

I’m conflicted, but it’s clear he is not lying. There is so much to take in, including the fact that Annalise and I are not sisters but cousins. It’s our moms who are half-sisters, something even Mom doesn’t know.

This is a mess. First, I learn I have a brother, then I learn Dad had a brother, followed by me learning that Annalise is not my sister and that Annette is Mom’s sister.

That’s… confusing. But more than that is the fact that Mom cheated. I am unable to process how she always portrayed herself as the one being cheated on.

She genuinely looked the part too… I had seen her sadness and her struggle so many times. It’s not possible, I mean I believe Dad but is there a possibility it’s a lie? A misconception or maybe even a trick?

I’ve seen the raw pain Mom’s been in…. the sadness at the fact Annette stole her mate. That can’t be faked, can it?

Only a terrifyingly good actress could put up such an act for so many years. There’s got to be more to it!

She told me when I was old enough that it had broken her, realising Dad had cheated on her and wanted to be with his mistress. Why would she do that and break down into tears?

last few years, and even now I feel we are

now, I can’t hide the pain I feel for him. I love him and I want him to know I will always

he had his head hanging, and I smile gently. “Things will be

recover

course.” He replies, reminding me of his usual self. My

you cheating on her. Is there a high chance that maybe… maybe it wasn’t her? Of course I won’t mention the truth about you,

“No, it was definitely her, I saw her clearly, unless there is a woman who smells, and looks

feel disgusted at the thought but he seems so sure. “I see… then, may I confront her?

being brought to light.” He says quietly. I get it… that

“I understand…”

but until all this mess with the Blood Born and these attacks is sorted out, I can’t

not going to prison father,” I say, a sudden thought occurring to

of me doesn’t want to believe this… but a part of me also wants to see her reaction when I question her about it. If there’s even a ray of hope that maybe, just maybe, something is untrue in this entire situation – something that was perhaps overlooked – then I want to find

note to myself… with this information… something I will open in front of Mom, I want to see her reaction when I show it to her. It’s safe and believable,

that is what you want, and if that’s what you need to do to believe

told by mom that you cheated… you never denied it and I always blamed you for that… but to learn that it was not you but Mom who truly cheated. It’s shocking and I won’t deny that I am struggling to believe

certain you want to do this now?” he asks. “I don’t want it to cause

I want the truth… If you allow me to do so, of course,”

he told me will not leave this room, but I am also warmed by his words in defence of Mom. How can your views and respect for

over it before he nods slowly, frowning. “Very well,”

you,” I reply. He looks tired, and I know he needs a good night’s rest, I think

sure there’s more to it than just business rivalry, but he’s been through enough today. That can

let’s go home,

that sounds, I need to go home, Annette and I have already argued.” He says with a heavy sigh. I frown, sne’s blackmailing Dad… now do we

tears away and fix

me. It’s my turn to carry the weight

guards had written up. Gaspard observes me for a

Gordon, who is on duty, anyway. Only when the door shuts,

files in my hand, I flip through them. Annette has gone as far as to threaten their

and find out if there are others she’s blackmailed or abused… A. full investigation must be

worth a try. I just need to have more solid backing. Mom’s family knew about the Blood Born, which means there’s a chance that maybe Annette

knew she was her sister … is it from Mom’s maternal or paternal

massage my temples, and I lean back against the leather seat, mulling over everything Dad had said. Adam…

Mom and Annette’s history…

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