A Quarell

Nicholas began laughing like a maniac. “He is my brother.” He laughed and laughed until tears filled his eyes. “He is my brother. I cannot kill him even though he stole my woman. Because he is a bloody brother.”

What a life he was living. He could not control anything in his life.

He looked at the ceiling and said with a self-deprecating laugh, “My wife faked her death and left me.”

He recalled everything that happened with him through the course of these five years, “I died every day after her fake death.”

He said, “I met her again. Loved her again.”

He added, “I loved her children like my own.”

As if he couldn't believe it, he said, “My father orders the same children to be killed.”

He added, “She hates me again because she thinks I am responsible.”

He did a lot of hard work to make a space for him in her heart again.

With a lot of regret and shock, he said, “And it turned out the one always helping her was my own bloody brother.”

He added, “He even married her and fathered her ch