chapter 57The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows as Augustine strolled down the bustling city sidewalk, cradling Allistar in his arms. Myra walked at his side, a serene expression on her face, her attention focused on the precious bundle in Augustine's arms. The air was filled with the cacophony of city life, yet in this moment, the trio seemed cocooned in their own world.As they ambled along, Myra's eyes inadvertently caught sight of Aeron in the distance. He was hand in hand with his new lover, an image that triggered an unexpected pang within her. Determined to rise above the turmoil, she attempted to ignore his presence and continued walking, but Aeron intercepted her path.His voice, dripping with disdain, cut through the ambient noise. "Well, if it isn't the whoring wife."Myra's jaw tightened, but she maintained her composure, refusing to dignify his words with a response. Aeron, reveling in his moment of provocation, pressed on."I thought you said it was all
Chapter 58Myra found herself standing in the heart of a dense forest, surrounded by towering trees that seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky. The air was thick with the earthy scent of the woods, and a sense of disorientation washed over her as she struggled to understand how she had ended up in this unfamiliar place. With furrowed brows and a searching gaze, she looked around, the leaves rustling softly in the gentle breeze as she tried to grasp her whereabouts."Where am I? What am I doing here?" Myra muttered to herself, her voice tinged with confusion and growing anxiety. She tried to recall what had led her to this unfamiliar territory, but her thoughts remained fragmented and elusive, leaving her with a deep sense of unease.As she began to navigate through the labyrinth of trees, a hushed whisper, barely audible at first, reached her ears. Myra's heart skipped a beat as she strained to catch the source of the voice, her senses sharpened by a sudden sense of urgency. "Who's
Chapter 59As the clock struck midnight, Myra stood in the dimly lit living room of her cozy apartment, preparing to retire for the night. The soft glow from the lamp cast a warm, comforting ambiance, and she took a deep breath, ready to turn off the light and finally rest after a long day. However, just as she reached for the switch, the sudden chime of the doorbell echoed through the silent room, shattering the tranquility that enveloped her.Startled, Myra hesitated, her heart quickening at the unexpected interruption. She tiptoed to the door, her cautious steps barely making a sound on the floor. With a sense of trepidation, she called out softly, "Who is it?"A familiar voice from the other side of the door responded, "It's me."Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the voice as Augustine's. Without a second thought, she swiftly unlocked the door and swung it open, her eyes widening in astonishment and concern as she took in the sight before her. Augustine stood on he
Chapter 60In the dimly lit lab, Augustine stood before Aeron, his laughter echoing off the sterile walls. Aeron, restrained and weakened, looked up with defiant eyes as Augustine approached, a sinister grin etched across his face."Oh boy! Am I happy?" He said as he got close to Aeron. He looked at Aeron with a grim look when he didnt get any reaction or response from him. "You don't want to know why I'm so happy?" He asked, arching his brows. "It doesn't matter, I'll still tell you anyway. Myra hates you now," Augustine sneered, relishing the words. "You know what she said? That she'll never forgive you." Augustine circled Aeron, reveling in the power he believed he held over him.He walked away, clapping gleefully, his voice dripping with malevolence. "Isn't that wonderful? My plans worked perfectly well" Augustine added, savoring the bitterness of Myra's supposed hatred. "Now, I can continue with the process of extracting your powers without fear of Myra interfering her feelings f
Chapter 61Myra's new home was a quaint cottage nestled at the edge of a quiet neighborhood. The exterior boasted a welcoming facade with a pastel blue door that complemented the soft beige walls. A neatly trimmed garden lined the path leading to the entrance, adorned with blooming flowers that added a touch of warmth to the scene.As Myra stepped into the house, a cozy ambiance enveloped her. The living room, painted in soothing earth tones, held a plush sofa and a rocking chair near the fireplace. Sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting a gentle glow on the hardwood floors. A subtle scent of lavender lingered in the air, hinting at the careful attention Myra had put into making this place a home.Moving towards the nursery, Myra cradled Allistar in her arms, his tiny breaths a lullaby in the quiet room. The cradle, adorned with delicate patterns, stood beside a window overlooking the backyard. Soft toys dangled from the mobile above, swaying gently in response to the br
Chapter 62Myra sat cross-legged on the soft carpet of her living room, a cozy haven filled with the gentle glow of sunlight trickling through the windows. A playful array of colorful blocks and stuffed animals surrounded her and baby Allistar, who was perched contentedly in her lap, eyes fixed on the animated characters dancing across the television screen. Giggles and baby babble filled the room, a heartwarming chorus of innocent joy that tugged at the corners of Myra's lips.The cheerful cartoon cast its spell, its vibrant characters eliciting peals of laughter from Allistar, who gleefully mimicked their antics with her own tiny gestures. Myra watched with a tender smile, her heart swelling with the pure, unfiltered happiness that radiated from her daughter's laughter.But the idyllic scene was suddenly interrupted as the cartoon abruptly faded, replaced by the stern visage of a news reporter. Myra's heart sank as the urgent tone in the reporter's voice filled the room."We interru
Chapter 63The news of the explosion had shaken Myra to her core. Panic and worry etched across her face as she drove swiftly to Augustine's house, the tires screeching against the asphalt. Baby Allistar was secured in the car, nestled in the safety of her car seat, oblivious to the turmoil that awaited her mother.As Myra parked the car and stepped out, the ruins of Augustine's house loomed before her like a grim testament to the destruction that had unfolded. Smoke lingered in the air, and the remnants of what was once a home now lay in disarray. Myra's eyes were red from crying, her heart heavy with a sense of foreboding.What could possibly have caused this explosion? The question echoed in Myra's mind, and a haunting uncertainty lingered in the air. A thought flitted across her consciousness, a whisper of doubt. Could Aeron have been involved? The mere notion sent shivers down her spine, and she shook her head, vehemently refusing to believe that Aeron could be responsible for su
Chapter 64As Aeron gradually emerged from the depths of unconsciousness, the soft warmth of morning sunlight kissed his face. Blinking against the gentle intrusion, he became aware of his surroundings—a scene painted with unfamiliar faces, their hushed whispers creating a surreal backdrop.The air buzzed with a sense of urgency as Aeron attempted to push himself up from the ground. He felt groggy, disoriented, but the realization that he was alive and breathing brought a surge of relief. The whispers around him grew louder, a cacophony of voices filled with curiosity and concern.As he struggled to stand, a collective murmur swept through the group surrounding him. "He's not dead. He's alive," someone exclaimed, their words cutting through the ambient hum. Another voice called for water, and a helping hand led Aeron to a quiet corner where he was offered a drink.The cool liquid brought a welcome respite, trickling down his parched throat. Aeron took a moment to gather his thoughts,