Clack!
Malina opened the door without any warning and shouted "James!!"
"Mom!" Aston spoke in shock with his hands covered in blood.
"James!!"
The man turned to face Malian slowly in his seated position as he grabbed the emerald blade by his hand.
Yes, Aston failed.
The cold and straight face which had been that way for a long time had a shocked expression for the first time in seventeen years. Tears flooded his eyes when he saw the woman standing in front of him, the woman he first fell in love with, the woman who had the privilege of becoming his first wife. He believed it to be his dead wife, she was standing in front of him which was impossible for him to believe.
James let go of the blade and slowly stood up from his chair, and stood there. Yes, just stood, what else could he do when his dead wife was in front of him. he had a lot of things going on in his mind.
Like, the first obvious question.
How is she alive?
