Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 182: Chap-182*The Body*

Cynthia Dion:

"Cynthia! There's nothing on those phones. There were text messages that I showed you, and that's it," he confessed to deceiving me, and to be honest, it shattered the trust I was starting to have in him.

"You lied to me," I raised my voice, tears welling up in my eyes. i cant believe I always end up trusting him.

"Cynthia! I did it to... distract you. You were stubbornly wanting to see something that doesn't exist. There were texts, and I showed you those. Now I don't have anything else," he quickly stood up when a tear rolled down my cheek. I didn’t get how he was so confidently saying nothing else exists when I heard his sister ask for those tapes.

"Please, don't cry," he looked away and rubbed his face with his hands. I was so done with this nonsense. I hated every time somebody lied to me.

"Get out," I muttered, and he straightened his back, removing his hand from his face and staring at me in astonishment.

"Cynthia?" he exclaimed.

"I said leave. I'll stay here," I said, fuming, "just go," and I rushed at him, attempting to push him out of the house. He grabbed my hands and dragged me into my bedroom, pinning me against the wall. Our house was small; one step and we'd be in a different room, another step and we'd be outside.

"I'm not leaving without you," he muttered close to my face. I tried to break free, using my strength, but I forgot that he was much more powerful and in better shape than I was.

"Stop it, you can't fight me," his tone changed as his gaze dropped to my lips. I awkwardly remained still and attempted to free myself, but his proximity was driving me a little crazy.

"I know how to calm you down. Just take a deep breath," he smiled and suggested, but I frowned. "Please! For Flora?" When he mentioned Flora, I closed my eyes, and upon opening them, I took a deep breath. The moment I opened my eyes to exhale, he pressed his lips against mine.

My body tingled with an electric current that surged through every inch of me as he kissed me passionately, his lips moving eagerly, like a hungry animal.

No! I shouldn’t be giving in so easily. With that thought in my mind, I pushed him away, and because he was already too focused on my lips, he had loosened his posture. He landed back on the bed and almost broke it.

Dammit!

"You cannot j---ust kiss me," I looked away, showing fake anger. He tried to get up, but we didn’t have a floor, so it was all almost sand, so he kind of pushed the bed down.

"Argh! Look what you did," it was his way of diverting the subject from him kissing me. He got out of the bed and lifted it by force to prevent the bed’s foot from digging a hole.

"Ah! That is weird," he lifted the bed and tossed it against the wall, standing there with his eyes fixated on the ground.

"Yeah! Now the ground is exciting. Or are you too ashamed of yourself that you can’t even look at me?" I was angry at how quickly he forgot about the kiss. I didn’t want to discuss it either, but he should at least show a little disappointment.

Dang! I was frustrated with everything.

"Trust me, I am shameless," he scoffed, but then focused on the ground even more. He squatted down and gently touched it, and that made him let out a little gasp.

"What?" I rolled my eyes, reaching him but making sure I didn’t get too close to him just in case he was playing some game to get me closer.

"This looks like... it jus... it looks like somebody dug up this place," he frowned and tilted his head.

When he mentioned it, I also looked and realized how the bed used to be positioned differently, now covering this strange part of the ground.

"We should dig it up and see what's in there," I suggested, but he remained silent.

"Umm! Why don't you go back to the mansion and take care of your father while I dig it up and let you know what I found?" The way he stood up and gave me a meaningful look while removing his coat made me uneasy.

He had a vague idea of what he might find there, but why did he want me gone? What was so secretive about it?

"Cynthia," he reentered the room with a shovel in hand and insisted, "Go," as he gestured towards the door with the shovel.

"I want to stay and see what's in there," I reluctantly moved to the side, focusing on the ground to avoid eye contact.

"I don't thi---Cynthia! It could be anything," he was trying to be discreet, but I sensed that something was amiss. I shook my head, and he understood that I wouldn't leave, no matter what he said.

"Fine," he grumbled and began digging into the ground. I watched nervously, and with each passing minute, it became harder and harder to breathe.

It only took him a few minutes to reach a point where he halted the shovel and crouched down to carefully remove the sand. A red blanket came into view, and my heart nearly stopped as I felt goosebumps all over my body.

"This is...," he stammered, slowly unwrapping the blanket. The smell was pungent and foul, nearly making me gag.

Atticus stood up after revealing what was in the blanket, but before I could step closer, he grabbed my arms and pulled me against his chest.

"Cynthia!" He held me firmly, and I understood what he had uncovered, but my mind struggled to accept it.

"It's her!" My body erupted in prickling goosebumps. "How can it be her?" I pushed Atticus away, needing to confirm that I wasn't imagining things. I rushed toward the body, but Atticus quickly yanked me back and away from it.