Chapter 7: "Sunny day today?"

Caelum’s pov.

Memories flood through my mind as I take slow sips of my drink and stare at the seat she occupied last night.

Her.

She’s his wife.

An incredulous scoff finds its way from my throat as I think about that.

It was late last night, so late. Yet all she wanted to do was drink herself to a stupor.

I came out hoping to send whoever it was off peacefully, yet I found his wife sitting on the stool.

Ulric fucking Highrise.

A hot feeling floods my bones as memories come rushing back.

I hear the pleas of my mother as she begs for me not to be sent away, as she pleads with the man who fathered me that I was innocent.

I hear the way she was laughed at, the sound of the whip as it lashed and lashed. The humiliation I had to endure at the hands of that bastard and his father, still fresh in my mind.

I remember the suffering my mother went through at the hands of his mum.

All of it has been quickly forgotten and now he has the gall to ask me what I want.

I swirl the liquid