Chapter 428


    428-Letting It Out.


    Enya’s POV:


    I spent the night alone in the mansion. I couldn’t help but think about Corbin’s next n. I have also


    tried contacting Mother Witch, but she went missing three months ago without a trace.


    The coven was unreachable, so I was beginning to fear. What if Corbin has done something? His new


    rules were pretty crazy about the outcasts.


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    I woke up in the morning with a tragic headache and found the mansion still empty. None of them came


    back home, but how would they?


    Would they be able to face me again? But what makes me think they didn’t celebrate after I left?


    I did prepare a perfect breakfast for them, just to sit and eat with them and make them ufortable. I


    assumed nobody was serious about an office that day because Lazlo returned at 8 a.m. He looked


    exhausted.


    I was sitting right there in the living room, wearing a grey sweater and gray sweatpants. He didn’t even


    spare me a nce and left for the bedroom. Maynard and Christina came back and bolted straight into


    their rooms.


    “Wow!” Iughed at myself a little, thinking, “And here I thought they might try to exin to me why they


    messed up.” I felt like a fool for not believing someone when they showed me their true colors. After a


    few minutes, they all came back outside and went straight to the living room. They might have needed


    some hot showers to ease up their muscles before they spoke to me.


    When did the differences grow so big?


    Lazlo sat on the couch with his body crouched down and his foot restlessly shaking. Maynard sat


    alone, leaning back on the couch, his head tilted, but his eyes were fixed on my face. Christina had her


    arms crossed over her chest and nothing but arrogance on her face. it wasn’t our fault. If you are


    “What happenedst night expecting an apology, cut it. I am deeply hurt that you asked my mate to


    ept you right in front of my eyes.” Christina started the conversation when she should have


    remained silent.


    “You know, it surprises me how you are able to think you can fool these two but also that you can look


    me in the eye and forget how you were constantly pushing me to ept Maynard and marry him


    because Lazlo isn’t treating me right. But I understand that my words are worth nothing. I am forever a


    liar, even after not lying once to anyone.” I scoffed, fighting the urge to break down. “As for these two, I


    am sorry!” I said, making Maynard and Lazlo attentive and defining their posture to look at me.


    “Trust me, I am sorry that I expected anything from you two. I forgot that I have always been enough for


    myself. I should have relied on myself then you t—wo,” I turned my face straight, ignoring the two


    people looking at me from my left and from my right.


    “With that being said, there is no need for an exnation,” I said as I stared at the empty wall ahead of


    me.


    “Good! No damage done,” Lazlo shrugged, looking upset. I couldn’t tell if he was too ashamed of


    himself or just angry that I didn’t cry in front of him and ask him why he didn’t save me.


    “What?” Lazlo raised his voice at Maynard, who was staring at him in disbelief along with me.


    “She doesn’t care. Look at her; she is so arrogantly saying it doesn’t matter if we ept her or not. She


    was quick enough to ask you to save her, so I guess we all have our reasons to be a*sholes,” Lazlo


    yammered before he got up from his seat and left for the kitchen to eat breakfast.


    “Let’s pack our stuff. We cane backter when the project starts.” Christina got up before Maynard


    and walked away.


    The awkward silence and Maynard-this is all it has ever been like between us.


    “I couldn’t go against her wishes. She has killed her brother for us. I am so sorry!” Maynard walked


    after her after giving me a half-a*s excuse. I stayed silently in my seat, but after my emotions took over,


    I sprinted to the kitchen. Lazlo has left the food I cooked to prepare toast for himself.


    “You want me to keep crying for you?” I raised my voice to get his attention. He dropped the butter


    knife and turned to me, folding his arms over his chest. Funny how he matched the grey sweater with


    me. There was nothing else matching anymore.


    “How many times have I not shown my emotions to you?” I yelled, feeling this burst of energy inside me


    that I couldn’t exin.


    He was stubbornly staring at me, looking conceited.


    “You want me to beg for your love? I am sorry that I didn’t know that this is how you make someone


    love you. I thoug—- ht love was something you do on your own will and not by someone begging for it.


    I am selfish; I am a wh*re; I am a liar! You say all these things about me as if you don’t even know me. I


    had lost not only my mate, but all my powers when you married me. Lazlo! I was suffering, yet I acted


    like I was present. I did whatever you told me to make you happy. You liked me working in the kitchen


    and doing housework. I did all that. You bend me over and over again until—- there was no flexibility


    left in me— and but that didn’t stop you, so you—,” I paused when a big tear rolled down my eye and


    said, “You broke me.”


    I realized how much he had changed me and was yet never happy.


    “I did so much, yet I couldn’t make you happy, Lazlo. I am done pleasing you,” I whispered in s*bs.


    “You slept with Maynard!” he shouted, unfolding his arms and approaching me with aggression.


    “Because you f*cking left me heartbroken and angry. And for heaven’s sake, don’t say Christina wasn’t


    involved. If she wasn’ t, why was she not mad at Maynard? If she wasn’t the mastermind, why do you


    think she didn’t question Maynard once?” I yelled, and the frown on his forehead unfolded.