Chapter 38

Felix’s voice wavered as he spoke, his fingers beginning to tremble. After a long pause, he took another drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke fill the room and mask the hint of moisture that flickered briefly in his eyes.

Scenes from the past flooded his mind like snapshots from an old movie.

He could still see Luna beneath him, screaming, “Felix, Orion is your son.”

He could see her standing by the table, glaring at him with mockery in her eyes, saying, “What’s the matter? Have you really fallen for your enemy’s daughter? Or are you just too attached to our twisted love-hate dynamic to go through with a divorce?”

And then, there was the memory of her with blood-streaked hands, clutching her face as she sobbed, “There’s no happy ending for someone who’s lost their mind. I must have been under your spell to end up this crazy.”

And there was Luna in handcuffs, her tear-streaked face pleading with him, “Just let me die in prison. There’s no point in living anymore. I’d be be