"I am sure no woman would go through half of what your mother did and not snap. Your father treated her like shit. He tried to replace her with his fated, then forced her to be his fated's midwife. He cheated on her, killed most of her family members and crippled them by forbidding her from represen
~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
There were six journals altogether, and somehow it wasn't a daily record of her life; browsing through the page, I realised she only recorded significant events. "Read aloud, Tamia," Marcel said. We were all eager for answers, so we sat in the living room, and I picked the oldest journal, judging b
The other pages showed how she and Stephanie would ensure that Dominic got the Balyaev seat. She indeed planned on double-crossing Stephanie in that regard; the woman was vile. I picked up the last journal and read most of its content until I could not read it aloud anymore. Jenny had made several
~Sylvester~ I took the journal from Tamia and read the page she was on. I could not believe what I had just seen. "What if this woman was trying to frame my mother? The letter was anonymous. What if that was what she was trying to do? Jenny was on the council, and my mother wasn't. My father had l
I decided I wouldn't waste any time. Once we returned to the estate in the morning, I would ask my mother. I hope she tells the truth for all our sakes so I can figure out what to do. We had dinner, and everyone joked about the things they read in Jenny's journal. The woman believed my father love
"Answer me, mother," I said, and she wiped away her tears. "She was fucking him, Sylvester. I had no choice. They were working against me, all of them, against us," She said, and my knees gave out, and I fell on them with tears streaming down my eyes. Everything she told me was a lie. Everything I
~Sylvester~ I was speechless. My mother sat on the couch and was weeping. I could see she was afraid, and I understood why. She had committed treason. I sighed and looked at her. I could see she was tired and wondered how much she was hiding. "Is there anything else, mother, that I need to know?