Chapter Eighty One

Ruby:

My son's eyes softened as he looked down at me with his beautiful silver eyes filled with sadness, deepening the guilt clouding my soul. I couldn't believe I hadn't recognised this mysterious aspect of my son, even after being with him for seven years.

Could I truly call myself his mother? I should have noticed all these signs, but I didn't because I didn't pay enough attention to him as I was too busy wallowing in my own misery.

"Mother, you've always been the best," he said, gently wiping the tears from my cheeks.

"It's me who doesn't deserve you. I should have listened to you." His words struck me, and the deep well of emotions I had tried to hide threatened to spill over. It wasn't his fault; I shouldn't have hidden details about his father in the first place.

Despite the transformation of his body, I could still feel the essence of my son. I reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace, holding him close as if he could disappear despite the strangeness of his current fo