"Ha! What a miserable man you have been to calculate the love of a mother? Have you never been loved as a child?" the words came out of her mouth before she could control herself.
She had never decided to hide her hatred and behave like a loving woman towards him. The mere thought made her disgusted.
But she did not want to drag the dead into her revenge. Regret and guilt changed her expression but his eyes went cold instantly.
"I am glad about it." he laughed with his eyes red, "i would rather not have the love of that woman if it would have made me so weak like Rowan. He used to be a sharp boy before meeting you."
"He is not a thing for you to use. He is your son." The guilt vanished in her eyes and rage rose again.
The perfect family she used to see from afar was into shambles. No! It never existed from the start. She was a fool to believe in the perfect image she was shown.
But now…
