Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 175: Chap-175*The Fun Has Begun*

Cynthia Dion:

I entered the room and rushed towards the closet, standing in front of it with tears in my eyes, debating whether I should take my stuff with me or just leave.

"I hate you," that was it. I started to sob and then punched the closet door. My bones made a cracking noise, but I'm sure Thea will help with it later, and even if she doesn't, I don't care.

I was still crying when I got on my knees, rested my forehead against the closet, closed my eyes, and bit my bottom lip to stifle more sobs.

It's strange that I always ended up expecting a lot from him, but he always let me down.

"What happened to you?" The familiar voice made me raise my face and look towards the bathroom door. Atticus was standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist, shampoo still in his hair.

I continued to stare at his face, utterly bewildered about how he ended up in the room. He had been outside, with that treacherous friend of mine.

"Cynthia! What happened to you?" He asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"What--ar--e you doing in this bathroom?" I inquired, standing up and gazing at him in confusion.

"Showering, what else?" He shrugged his shoulders, looking equally puzzled until he noticed my injured hand. "You hurt yourself?" He grumbled, striding towards me to check my hand, but I concealed it behind my body.

My brain felt scrambled, as if I were looking at a ghost.

"How did you get into the bathroom?" I asked, still feeling disoriented and managing to catch my breath.

"With my feet," he pulled his body back to get a good look at me, "were you crying because I was occupying the bathroom? Did you need to use it?" he inquired, then scowled at the soap foam on his shoulder.

"But how did you get in?" I whispered in confusion. I had seen him in the kitchen with Mara.

"You were asleep, so I used the key to enter the room," he replied. I realized what had awakened me earlier. When he entered the room and closed the bathroom door, that must have roused me. But then, who was in the kitchen with Mara?

"AHHH!" I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands and widening my eyes. I was so suspicious of him that I assumed it was Atticus without even seeing the man's face.

"What?" he quickly looked down to make sure his towel hadn't slipped down his body, "Wait, you were upset because I was out the entire day?" Then, he arched his brow and smiled, trying to show that I was bothered by his time with Mara, which wasn't entirely wrong.

For a moment, I thought everything was lost until he came out of the bathroom.

"I was with Enzo and Rosalie. It had been so long that I couldn't check up on her, so I went to her house and met her there with him," he explained, and it all made sense. Maleeka had lied about Mara and him spending time together. She had no idea that the woman she brought home to create problems between me and Atticus was already involved with her own man.

A wicked smile began to creep over my lips as I started to plan something very devious for all the people involved in my misery.

Now I knew what had happened. It had been dark, and I had only seen the back of the guy. I couldn't really make him out, but I was sure it had to be Atticus since she had come here for him.

"Cynthia!" Atticus snapped his fingers in front of my face, and then he frowned. "I'll finish washing up and meet you in a minute," he said, struggling with the foam in his mouth. I don't know why, but I felt like grinning at this fool. He hadn't cheated.

He walked into the bathroom while I continued to ponder Mara and Mr. Holt.

"It's going to be delightful watching you two trying to save your asses now," I smirked, rubbing my palms together with excitement. It had only just begun.

All this time, they had tormented me, tortured me, and made me cry. I wouldn't rest until I saw Zeon begging for mercy like a fish out of water.

But I needed to gather evidence. How?

'Just like with the text messages,' Thea said, breaking her hours of silence and finally waking up.

'I know you hate me, but trust me, I'm just as innocent as you are,' her voice carried a heavy tone filled with sorrow. I was too elated and satisfied to hold onto my anger towards her.

She was a part of me, and I could deal with her later. Right now, I wasn't going to let go of this opportunity to make others' lives miserable.

'Like those messages,' I honed in on her words, realizing that we have phones for a reason. Just as it had been used against us, it could be used against the two cheating individuals outside.

After Atticus finished his shower, he emerged from the bathroom wearing a white shirt and black boxers. His hair was still wet, and his eyes were red from the shampoo that had irritated them earlier.

"Now, tell me what happened to you?" He sat down on the bed next to me, reaching for my hand. He paused and noticed it had healed. "Wow! It sure healed fast," he commented, giving credit to my wolf for its strong healing abilities.

"I want to know the truth about m--" I had finally made up my mind to stand up for myself and seek the truth when the door to our room started getting banged as if someone's life depended on it.

"What's going on?" Atticus muttered. "I'll be back in a minute," he excused himself, getting up and heading for the door. I followed him to see who was so desperate to enter our room at this late hour, and to my surprise, it was Maleeka.