It's already 11pm, yet I am still awake. I stayed up all night, locked in my room. My son fell asleep while asking me repeatedly if I was okay. I kept saying that I'm okay, but who am I fooling? I also didn't face Valjerome when he once knocked on my door to eat. I only let Erom out to follow him. My mind was messy. I don't know what to think anymore. I kept on flashbacking the memories in my mind. Why, Valjerome? I let out a sigh then decided to get up to drink some wine downatairs. There were no personnel scattered around, but even so I knew they were secretly watching. I went to the mini bar and got some wine there. Next I went to the refrigerator to get some ice, when I got everything I needed I went back again and sat down on the bar stool chair. I started pouring the wine and drank it straight away. The bitterness drew in my throat but I ignored that. I was already in the seco

It was three in the morning but Valjerome and I were still awake. I was lying on his shoulder while his hand wrapped around mine. We both stared at the ceiling¾thinking and observing. "Aren't you...remorseful?" he said in a low voice. I frowned at him. "Remorseful? Of what?" He looked at me softly and then gently brushed my messy hair with one of his hands. "Of what happened to us...today," he replied. I sneered at him. "You already took me six times, Valjerome. If I'm remorseful about it, then I should have rejected you for the second time." His lips curled up. "You counted it?" he asked amazingly. My cheeks warmed in embarrassment. "I-I didn't count. I just remember," I said. He let out a soft chuckle and hugged me closer. "I love you," he said sincerely. "I...love you too," I admit shyly. 

"V-Val ..." I called Valjerome weakly and rasping as I entered the mansion. He immediately approached and hugged me. "It's okay, everything will be okay," he comforted as he gently stroked my hair. I shook my head. "It's my fault... It's my fault," I said repeatedly and leaned onto his chest due to weakness. My tears kept on flowing. I can't imagine that Chaos would do that to me, to our son—to the boy who considered him as a real father. "I-I shouldn't have left Erom like I used to," I whispered between my sobs. "Ssshh. Don't you blame yourself, Jazzie," Valjerome whispered. I shook again and then slowly let go of his embrace. With my blurry eyes, I stared at him. "I can't take it anymore, Val. I can't afford to lose a child again," I said with great grievance. He looked at me softly and then pulled me again for a hug. "Don't think

"You're wasting your time by calling him in your mind, Jazzie. I've already tricked your ex-husband's group elsewhere. But if he finds you here, you're already just corpses," Chaos spoke coldly. "Why?" I asked hoarsely and then looked at him. "I trusted you, Chaos," I said weakly. He smirked. "That's the plan, Jazzie. For you to trust me," he said. I shook slowly and sighed then let out a laugh. "Is this necessary, Chaos? Does my son really need to be involved in the revenge you want¾that your family want?" "My sister died in front of me, Jazzie. She shot herself," he stated. "She killed herself. Your sister was the one who took her life, Chaos. Not me, not my son, neither Valjerome!" I snapped out of frustration. Chaos clenched his jaw. I also saw the instant lifting of the gun that the old Hevion was holding and pointed towards my direction again. Hi