PART EIGHT: YOUR TRUE COLORS

PART EIGHT: HIS TRUE COLORS

CHAPTER FIVE

In the same way that life could be all happiness, it was also sadness, pain and betrayal even if the betrayal had already taken place. Because when it comes to pain, betrayal and resentment are not always enough, they do not how to satisfice a heart.

“Here,” Edmund said, offering her a tea.

Judith just looked at him. “Thank you.”

“How do you feel?”

“I- I don’t know… I don’t know,” she expressed. “I just think of this pain and… I want to… I.”

“Shh! Stop it! You don’t have to say anything, no if you don’t want it now.”

“My father, Edmund.”

“What?”

“I do know everything.”

“What are you talking about?”

“My father died in the hands of Stefan.”

“What are you saying, Sonia?”

“I know Stefan isn’t Alexander Muriel. I do know Stefan is just a usurper and he killed my father when he discovered that.”

Edmund couldn’t help but feel how his throat got dry. What was she saying?

The puzzle was about to be resolved.

Just a stupid man who had to receive help