His Story

Damon’s POV

I returned to my room after Addison's room, which I somehow ended up in. I chose to take a seat on the sofa and started to close my eyes. Addison's seemingly indifferent attitude towards me was still on my mind. However, I quickly shook my head and didn't want to think about that woman. Why would I do that? I thought it was a waste of time.

I opened my eyes again and looked at the ceiling of the room. Suddenly, a shadow of the past crept into my mind, and I recalled memories of the past with Mom and Dad.

At that time, I was still small, probably around nine years old. Our family life still seemed fine. My parents and I lived happily and were always filled with laughter. I seemed like a fortunate child to be born in the midst of harmonious parents. However, after my ninth birthday, my family situation slowly changed. Mom and Dad fought more and more without me knowing what was causing it, and because of that, it made me very uncomfortable.

I remember once venturing into the