Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

BIANCA

Looking at Louis who looked at me, a bit frightened about the test, made my maternal heart ache a bit as I shook my head and gave him a reassuring smile.

“Not at all. You might feel a little warm, like sitting in sunshine, but it won’t hurt you. I promise.”

I glanced at the door, making sure it was closed, then placed my hands on either side of Louis’s small face, breathing in and out deeply, trying to focus my ability, to bring it up to the surface. I closed my eyes and reached for the ability I kept buried deep- the gift my mother had called “true sight,” the power to see beyond the physical into the magical, the cursed, the manipulated.

It was dangerous to use. It drained me significantly, left me vulnerable and weak. It was why I only used it in the most dire situations, when proper medicine had failed and a patient’s life hung in the balance.

But Louis had been suffering for three months. Three months of tests and treatments and consultations with specialists, and we were no closer to answers. I had tried every conventional medicine that I could think of to heal him but he always regressed back to his sick state making him live in the hospital, hence the transformed room so Louis could feel more at home.

His father was spending a fortune on his care, and Louis was wasting away despite our best efforts.

I had to try.

I let my healing energy flow through my hands and into Louis, but this time I shaped it differently. Instead of trying to heal, I was searching, looking for the source of his illness, the reason his body couldn’t recover on its own.

Warmth spread through my palms, and Louis made a small sound–not pain, just surprise at the sensation. I pushed deeper, my consciousness sinking into his small body, examining not just flesh and blood but the magical component that laid dormant in all human bodies.

And there–there it was.

My eyes snapped open, and I nearly gasped aloud.

Louis was cursed. This was a deliberate cause.

Louis was never sick at all. He was not suffering from some mysterious natural illness.

He’d been deliberately cursed with something complex, something designed to mimic natural disease to avoid fingers being pointed at suspects while actually draining his life force slowly, carefully.

The divorce papers. Right. Because my life wasn’t complicated enough without adding “mysterious child curse” to the mix.

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