Cedric's POV
Why, why, why... why does that bastard always humiliate me?
How will I face my mother? She had always told me to be better... to be better than that woman's child.
I didn't even know why she hated Alden's mother so much. But she had always told me to be better. It all started when I was five years old.
I still remember the first time I saw Alden... he was cheerful…
He was bright, unlike myself. He didn't have a mother…Father also ignored him... so how could he smile?
I felt anger... why was he smiling... he was just an illegitimate son... Everyone hated him in the family, so why was he happy... why... why?
I couldn't bear his happiness as I beat him for the first time that day…But now as I am recalling… I think I was more angry at myself than him.
I just wanted to feel better…to feel greater than him.
