Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 169: Chap-169*The Evil Sister Strikes Again*

Cynthia Dion:

"I heard that," I glanced down, recalling how he'd helped make it happen; otherwise, I might've lost everything by now.

"If you'd like, we can have lunch in the garden," he suggested, but I wasn't sure if I was prepared to face everyone just yet.

"No offense, but your family might kill me," I attempted to get out of bed, but when I stumbled, he grabbed my arm to steady me.

"Can I bring something up?" I sank back into the chair, feeling defeated. I'd vowed never to ask him this again because, no matter what he says, he can never provide a satisfactory explanation for his actions.

"Of course," he settled in across from me on a cushy seat, his eyes fixed on me, waiting for me to continue.

"Why are you going through all this for me? Do you believe I wrecked your sister's marriage? Do you think I cheated on you? Huh! You even seem to go along with the rumors about me stealing mates. So, why? Why won't you just leave me to face the consequences? Why save me?" My questions made him drop his gaze, and this time, it appeared like he might finally open up.

"You know this," he said, lifting his face and touching his heart. "This is your servant," he paused as tears of desperation and sorrow welled up in his eyes. "This is your follower," he finished, and a tear trickled down his cheek. I was taken aback by the pain and humiliation in his expression. I couldn't discern what was tormenting him more – the fact that I had betrayed him or that he still couldn't turn me away?

"If that's the case, why didn't it ever make you realize that I couldn't do all those things?" My voice was as gentle as his during this conversation, marking the first time we were conversing like civilized people instead of shouting at each other.

"It did, but then my own eyes revealed the truth," he murmured. "You know, it's not even about that anymore. This foolish follower of yours has started to doubt the truth now because it wants to believe in your innocence." The way he spoke was causing my heart to skip a beat after beat.

"Why now?" I inquired, maintaining unwavering eye contact with him.

"Because it seems like I'm not that person anymore. Something inside me feels lighter, and it also seems like you're in the dark," he said, his brow furrowing as he gazed into my eyes. "It's just as if there's more to it, and you're completely unaware. My heart can't fathom that someone this innocent could be responsible for all those things, including the loss of unborn babies," he said, starting to act as though he had lost his way. He seemed so self-assured before, but now his confidence had crumbled.

"And do you think just because you've realized there might be more to it, everything can return to normal, and I'll forget the humiliation you put me through?" As soon as I uttered those words, tears streamed down my face.

"I've endured hell because of that. I remember crying and..." I clenched my hands into tight fists. "And then I lost our baby." As those words left my lips, he closed his eyes as well.

"Then why did you tell him he was the father?" He said it through gritted teeth, causing me to frown at him.

"Who? Who did I say that to?" I asked in confusion, observing him closely for a response.

"Anyway, let's go have lunch," he said as usual. He didn't reveal the rest of it. I stayed silent and then rose to my feet to follow him outside. I knew I would eventually uncover the whole truth because he had started to disclose it to me bit by bit.

I would never forgive him for what he had done to me, but I did owe him a thank you for assisting me in the past few days. I needed someone by my side, and he had been there for me. I had changed into a new white knee-length dress that he had purchased for me and joined the family for lunch in the garden.

The moment Maleeka and Mr. Holt laid eyes on me, the color drained from their faces, but they didn't utter a word this time. Atticus and I took our seats together, yet I could sense eyes on me.

"I was thinking of having a celebration," Maleeka enthusiastically clapped her hands, capturing our attention.

"What are we celebrating?" Atticus inquired of his sister.

"Well, my little brother has grown up now. Just because he doesn't care about me doesn't mean I'm clueless about my responsibilities," the way she said it tugged at my heartstrings. Her performance was so convincing that I was starting to believe I had genuinely hurt her.

I knew she was in cahoots with Mr. Holt in all of this. She falsely accused me to get me out of this house and their lives. She lied about me causing her to lose her babies; she was just as deceptive as Mr. Holt.

"No need for that. There are other matters to attend to before I plan a ceremony for me and Cynthia," Atticus said, ensuring he kept his focus on his plate to avoid eye contact.

"Who said I was talking about you and her?" Maleeka leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and holding her hands in front of her face. "It's not about her," she added, just to clarify her point.

"Then, what kind of celebration are we talking about?" Atticus set his fork down, finally giving her his full attention.

"I'm talking about you and your other mate. I want to celebrate the mating ceremony between you and Mara," she concluded with a scoff and locked eyes with me. I was taken aback by her animosity toward me. She seemed intent on pushing Atticus to bring another mate home just to taunt me.

"There is no other mate. After what her father did, do you really think I would invite her and have a mating ceremony with her?" Atticus banged his fist on the table, causing the utensils to jump up and down.

"I don't care; she wasn't the one who did it. It's funny how you're angry at a girl whose father did something wrong to your beloved Cynthia, but you're not angry at Cynthia, who did all those things to your sister," she said, her voice rising, her face turning red with anger.

"I'm willing to accept this situation here, but on the condition that you have to accept Mara as well," the moment she issued her directive, I lowered my head to conceal my discomfort.

She was going to bring Mara home. How would I cope with these vindictive individuals now?