Susan’s resentment

While Yvonne revisited the moments of their unexpected kiss, Micheal stood by his bedroom window, lost in his thoughts, unaware of the soft smile that had settled on his lips. The kiss lingered in his mind, its warmth still fresh on his skin. As far as he could remember, it was the first time he had truly initiated a kiss. There were no memories of tender embraces or sweet beginnings with the woman who had given birth to his children—only the lost memory of one night and then the news of him having children after they were birth by a woman who died afterwards.

Micheal couldn't recall the circumstances that had led to their union. Drugged? Manipulated? He suspected his parents had orchestrated it all, ensuring an heir at any cost. It was a mystery that he never dwelled on too deeply, a chapter of his life he had long buried. But kissing Yvonne—it felt like a first. A real, conscious choice, untainted by deceit or obligation.

Micheal hadn’t expected Yvonne to respond as she did. He had