Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 151: Chap-151*Let's Just Say, I Am The Bad Guy Here.*

Cynthia Dion:

While they were away, I plotted my departure. I'd rather be on my own than have to justify myself to Atticus. I don't belong to him, so he doesn't have the right to interrogate me; I don't owe him any allegiance.

To heck with everyone!

I didn't even bother grabbing a jacket to shield myself from the cold as I exited the room and searched for the way out. The house resounded with Sheen's angry outbursts as she accused her son of being gullible.

Enzo was giving it back to her for even entertaining the idea that we'd done something wrong. I didn't stick around, but I could hazard a guess that she'd probably dialed up Atticus and spilled whatever she had assumed.

But honestly, I couldn't care less!

I stepped out through the main door, and even the guards didn't bother to halt me. I reckon they were all eager to see me off. I now have this strange notion that I'm like a black widow - wherever I go, trouble seems to follow.

The night felt even chillier than I'd remembered. Winter must be on its way. I wrapped my arms around myself, embarking on my journey along the road. It wasn't as if I was wandering aimlessly. I had a destination in mind, a house to seek refuge in. Even if it didn't match the opulence of their homes, I was confident I'd find solace there.

The biting wind was turning my cheeks red and coarse. I had to frequently clear my throat to prevent the dryness from suffocating me. The further I walked, the more I dreaded the thought of a surprise menstruation. It was then that I made the decision to sit for a while and not overexert myself. A small bus stop provided me with shelter. As I settled in, I gazed around into the emptiness. The night didn't unnerve me. It was the daytime I feared, when people left their homes and entered my field of vision.

'Why didn't you let me know you were with me all along?' Now that I've regained my composure and escaped all those dreadful situations, I've come to realize I need to ask Thea some tough questions.

'Thea! You need to answer me,' I grumbled. I had not just one, but a slew of inquiries for her. It all began because of her. Since I suffered so much in the past, everyone took advantage of me. If only she had come to my aid, it could have prevented all of this.

'Why didn't you step in when Mr. Holt was abusing me?' Before long, I found myself posing questions that shed light on Thea's betrayal. She had been awake this whole time, so why did I only sense her presence after losing my baby?

'I'm sorry,' she replied with an apology, and my heart sank. I'm not sure why I had expected her to deny all these accusations. Perhaps if she had, I wouldn't be feeling so alone now.

'So, it wasn't just others who betrayed me. You betrayed me the most,' I chuckled bitterly as tears streamed down my face. 'One would think their wolf would protect them, but you're like some enemy living inside me.' My anger was entirely justified. I was already emotional, and now that she wasn't talking, my anger was escalating.

'Say something,' I muttered.

'What do you want me to say?' she mumbled.

'The truth. I want to know why you hurt me so deeply by never coming out to help me,' I muttered, seething with anger.

'Cynthia,' she whispered, her voice filled with sadness.

'I know you hate me now, and there's nothing I can say to justify myself.' Her coldness and unabashed admission of guilt made me clench my jaw.

'Why didn't you come to my aid? Why didn't you communicate with me?' I wasn't going to let her off the hook so easily. She had to provide me with answers, and sadly, I couldn't even sever ties with her because she wasn't someone external to me; she resided within me.

'I don't know why,' she replied, refusing to reveal anything. I slapped my forehead in frustration and then began to sob.

"Every single person has deceived me," I growled, but this time, I wasn't just thinking it in my head.

"I don't even know who to direct my anger toward," I muttered as I rocked back and forth, gripping the edge of the bench anxiously.

"I--" I began to speak but stopped when Atticus's car pulled up in front of the bus stop. He emerged from the vehicle, clad in a long black overcoat, a sweatshirt underneath, and blue jeans.

"Go away, Atticus! I'm not obligated to be loyal to you," I shouted, derisively dismissing his presence. If he believed I would grovel at his feet and beg for his acceptance, he was sorely mistaken.

He released a deep breath and strolled over to me. Once he had seated himself beside me on the bench, he cleared his throat to speak.

"If I hear you call me one more name, Atticus, I'll forget you're a damn Alpha," I warned him, tensing the muscles in my neck while keeping my gaze fixed on the road ahead.

"I didn't come here to hurl insults at you. I heard what Sheen did, and I'm sincerely sorry for it," he spoke calmly, and it was clear he had some significant plans in mind.

"Oh, so you didn't come here to accuse me of nonsense?" I scoffed and shook my head in disbelief.

"I went there to find you, but you were gone. That's when Enzo's mother came to speak to me. She said--," he paused, anticipating my reaction.

Knowing that he tended to believe others, I decided to reveal the truth rather than defending myself. I didn't care what he thought of me now.

"Yes, I had relations with Enzo. Now what?" I took a deep breath, puffing up my cheeks before exhaling, then turned my head to face him.