Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 174: Chap-174*The Cheaters Are The Worst*

Cynthia Dion:

"Did you think he'd be entirely yours?" She was indeed smirking a lot.

"No! I knew he had a blood-sucking sister who wouldn't let either of us have any peace," I shrugged my shoulders. This time, I was the one speaking, not Thea.

"I can't believe you used to play the innocent card," she shook her head in disbelief, her tone less taunting now that I was giving it back to her.

"Why, didn't you also think I was exactly as others described me?" I met her gaze, no longer eating the chocolate. "And let's not forget that you lied on my behalf," I chuckled, mocking her for accusing me when she had played dirty tricks.

"I didn't lie," she muttered, taking a deep breath to compose herself.

"Oh really? You can deceive others, but I know the truth since it's about me. I was there, and I know I didn't do anything," I responded confidently, without holding back.

"You were everywhere, Cynthia. That's the problem. You knew what you were up to, but it never occurred to you that it might come back to haunt you. Karma is real. I don't believe the Moon Goddess would be so heartless as to give you a perfect life after you ruined mine," her tears and trembling voice even caught me off guard. I couldn't believe how convincingly she was portraying herself as genuine while lying.

"I'll be in my room since coming out attracts mosquitoes," I rolled my eyes and walked away, leaving her fuming and frustrated.

There was still no sign of Atticus, and it was really bothering me this time. He must be with her, doing who knows what.

"Why do I even care? I'll lock the door and sleep peacefully. If he wants to come in, he'll have to knock," I grumbled and lay down on the bed after locking the room. I didn't trust anyone in the house. Given the chance, they might harm me.

But it's okay. For the first time, I'm not the one ending up in tears. I can stand up for myself and argue back.

With a sense of relief in my mind, I closed my eyes and drifted off. Fatigue has that effect on me; I knew I would fall asleep quickly.

I woke up suddenly around midnight in the dark room.

"Ahhh!" I let out a deep breath, sitting up in bed, and yawning. I glanced at the empty couch, which reminded me of Atticus. He hadn't even come knocking on the door.

For some reason, I lowered my gaze and clenched my fists in frustration.

"I should eat something," I decided to have a snack, but when I looked towards the nightstand, I realized I had already eaten everything there.

"Ugh!" Going to the kitchen used to be a daunting task a few months ago. But now, I could confidently walk around and use my sharp tongue against others.

I stumbled to my feet, unlocked the door, and headed to the kitchen. I was wearing a white silk gown, and all my clothing had been chosen by Atticus; he had a knack for picking out things he thought would catch my eye. And he wasn't wrong. His choice was incredible and I hated to admire him for that.

As I approached the kitchen, a sudden irregularity in my heart rate and goosebumps on my skin made me pause. It took me a moment to realize the reason for my physical reaction.

Someone was moaning loudly in the kitchen.

I might not have thought much of it if I had assumed it was Mr. Holt and Maleeka. But the voice belonged to Mara. I moved closer to the kitchen door and discreetly peered inside, and my heart dropped to my chest.

The room was completely dark, and it was clear they didn't want to draw attention. Mara was on the counter, engaged in an intense encounter as Atticus thrust into her, driving her to the brink of ecstasy.

He was pleasuring her while continuing his passionate movements.

My heart felt like it had skipped a beat. It was all my fault. I had told him to do it, and he hadn't wasted a single moment seizing the opportunity that my anger had presented.

"Ahh! I fucking love how rough you are," Mara moaned loudly. I hated every second of standing here. His back was facing me, and it was so dark that I bet even if he turned around, he wouldn’t be able to see me.

If he was going to do this, why the fuck did he bring me back?

Or was it a part of his plan to hurt me even more?

My eyes couldn’t believe the sight before them. It felt like somebody had stabbed me with a knife and cut my heart out. In the previous days, Atticus really made me think he was changing. He made me believe somewhere he truly loved me; otherwise, who would marry his sister’s sinner for protection?

I was beginning to think his love was so strong that even when he thought I was indeed wrong, he was still accepting me, but it wasn’t like that at all. It was just one of his dirty plans to bring me here and give me heartbreak.

By the time I shook my head, I had already shed tears from my eyes. My heart had stopped beating, and my entire existence seemed to have ceased to exist. I turned around on my feet and decided to leave with a heavy heart and broken hopes.

As I was passing through the hallway, I couldn’t help but wonder why I was still staying here. Now that I knew he would be planning more to hurt me, I should just leave.

I sped up to get into the room and maybe pack my stuff, but what am I going to pack? Nothing in that room belonged to me, not even my own mate, whom I was secretly rooting for.

“I am going to leave and never come back,” I muttered in tears, hissing and throwing a fit.