The Dark Side Of Fate

Chapter 66

~Tamia~

I woke in the morning with a bit of morning sickness. So I rushed to the bathroom and threw up what was left of my dinner from last night. Sylvester joined me in the bathroom and rubbed my back gently.

Knowing why I was throwing up, neither of us was bothered.

He kissed the top of my head, and I wiped my lips gently and smiled at him.

“Good morning,” he said to me, gently patting my hair. I smiled in response. We sat down on the bathroom floor.

Sylvester placed his hand on my stomach and rubbed gently.

“I can’t wait to meet our baby, Tamia,” He said, and I gently touched his hand on my tummy.

“We still have a long way to go; it’s flat,” I pointed out, and we laughed.

We got ready for the day and headed downstairs. I could not wait to go through the journals.

As much as I wanted to get to the bottom of things, I was curious about Jenny’s life because the woman had a lot of skeletons in her closet and seemed a bit eccentric.

“Good morning,” Linda said, smiling at me, and her smile was extra, which made me know Theodore had done a lot of work.

“Good morning,” I greeted her and Theodore, and he smiled at me while rubbing her back.

Avery and Marcel were yet to join us.

Sylvester pulled out a seat for me to sit down. I sat and looked at Linda. She was glowing. She looked nothing like the Linda that I used to know. It was amazing what true love could do to someone. We were lucky.

We came to the north as war prisoners and found love in the process. Like in the east when our husbands were friends, likewise in the north. It was amazing to see how intertwined our destinies were. It was still in the very same order.

“Where is Marcel?” Sylvester asked Theodore, and he smiled.

“They will soon join us, I hope,” Theodore answered, and Sylvester laughed. I knew there was a subtle exchange between the men, which we weren’t privy to, so I squeezed my man’s thigh.

“Have you decided what our team would wear during the polo?” Theodore asked Sylvester, and he shook his head.

“Maybe our women would decide that,” Sylvester said, lifted my hand and kissed it.

cheer me on

colour. Black polo shirt and white

he

she would be excited. Then it hit me that our exes might be coming

day, Linda but not at the games. They never invite the east,” I linked her, and her smile dropped. She really

never dream of. It would have been nice if she and Avery got the chance to rub the joy on their faces. Call it petty, but there was a true satisfaction that would come

Marcel, and with how they looked, I knew what

they were in a rush, and Avery looked like she packed her hair before tumbling in the sheets. She couldn’t take the time to comb and pack the hair again, so she decided to pat it

we eat?” Sylvester said, and

was over the roof, and

was the first to leave the table to head

journals altogether, and somehow it wasn’t a daily record of her life; browsing through the page, I realised she

for answers, so we sat in the living room, and I picked the oldest journal, judging by the dates,

day of my life. I told Maurice I would like to have a baby with him, and he shut it down. He said he already has one bastard; he can’t have another. It really hurt

wasn’t informative, but we now knew how Maurice felt about having

through, looking for

surprised. She was alone most of her life, so she was bound to rave in her journals. Everyone needed an outlet,

him was the most humiliating thing ever. He wanted me to know how he saw me, as his whore. I might not be in his harem, but I wasn’t different from them in his eyes. I was foolish to think he would fall in love with me.” It read, and I

Stephanie; I can see it in his eyes

the later ones,” Sylvester said, disgusted by the content of

some more pages, and we will move to the next one,”

was clear we

easy. I will try and be her friend and pretend to support her against Stephanie. The woman is a thief

dropped the journal and went for the second to the last one. The one she started the

these ones?” Linda asked, and I

her lover. Unless we want a whole day of how she feels about all the women the wolf lord was screwing, we need

at your leisure. I plan to do so,” I told her, and she smiled at

the book

through the pages and found a

has never spoken of my son. He behaves as if he does not exist. He even favours his bastard over my son. Planning to make David head of the council is just wicked. I have to alert Stephanie. I am sure she would be mad, and she might fight him. Who knows, Maurice

a son who was not with her. Clearly, she wasn’t in her son’s life and might not know where he was. It sounded like Maurice took her son from her, but I

ensure that Dominic got the Balyaev

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