CHAPTER 176: MY DARLING BOY–2
I have been broken by this house and this mate bond and the thing that lives inside your father that neither of us can name or cure or outrun, and my leaving is not about iny son. My leaving is about a woman who tried everything and ran out of everything at the same time.
You were the reason I stayed as long as I did. Every morning I woke up in this house and chose another day,
it was because of you. Your face. Your laugh.
The way you used to climb into my bed during the bad nights and press your back against mine and whisper “I’m here, Mama, the bad thing won’t come while I’m here.”
You were my reason, Knox. You were never my cause.
I have asked Mathilde to take you somewhere safe. She has the plan and she has the money and she is braver than I am, and I pray to the Goddess that by the time you read this, you are far away from this house and far away from your father and living a life that doesn’t taste like blood and locked doors.
If the plan worked, then you are free, and that is enough for me. If it didn’t – if you are reading this in that house, in that hallway, with those walls still pressing in on you – then I am sorry. I am sorry I couldn’t find
another way.
Because there is one. I believe that with everything I have left. There is a cure for what lives in your father’s blood – in YOUR blood – and I was never able to find it.
I searched. I wrote letters and made calls and begged every healer and researcher and scientist who would listen, and none of them had the answer.
But I know this: in the rarest moments, when your father was himself – truly himself, the man I fell in love with, the man who danced with me in the kitchen and called you his clever prince – in those moments, my presence gave him peace.
Something in the bond between us anchored him. Something in being loved held the beast quiet, even if only for hours. The answer is in the bond, Knox. Not away from it.
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So here is what I need you to do, wherever you are, whoever you have become. I need you to love. Hard and wholly and with every broken part of yourself, especially the parts you think are too damaged to be worth
offering.
Love even though you know what it means to hurt. Love BECAUSE you know what it means to hurt. Find someone who makes the beast go quiet and hold onto them with everything you have.
And if it ends if the one you love goes away, if the bond breaks, if the worst thing you can imagine happens – choose to love yourself enough to stay whole.
Do not do what your father did. Do not do what I am doing now. Choose to stay, Knox. Even when staying is the hardest thing in the world. Choose to stay.
You are my heart. You have always been my heart. And I am sorry that my heart wasn’t strong enough to
keep beating for you.
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