Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 194: Chap-194*So Evil*

Cynthia Dion:

I gazed at the videos, seeing everything I had been instructing Mr. Holt to do, explaining how I had been intimate with so many other people, and warning him that if he didn't obey me, I would become pregnant with someone else's child.

Tears filled my eyes as I continued to watch these things. I couldn't believe I had caused so much pain and pretended to be innocent as if nothing had happened. In that moment, I realized I was in the wrong. I was the one who deserved punishment, and, to my surprise, Atticus accepted and defended me.

The worst part was when I saw a video from a hidden camera showing me spilling oil to harm Maleeka, who had lost her baby. I remembered that the tape had disappeared. Atticus had it all along, and he didn't show it to confirm my involvement.

"Why did you stand by me through all of this?" I sobbed, clutching the phone tightly to my chest. "I don’t deserve to live after what I've done," I murmured, rising from my seat and storming out of the room with determination.

In the hallway, Maleeka caught sight of me and cowered in the corner. I couldn't blame her for being frightened; from what I witnessed in those videos, I was scared of myself.

I wanted to halt and apologize to her, but how could I? I couldn't recall any of those actions, even though deep down, I knew it was me.

I continued walking, with Mr. Holt frowning, observing my departure from the house as if I had lost my sanity. My destination was the werewolf council. I aimed to put an end to it all today. I would present them with all the evidence, ensuring they punished me in the harshest way possible.

The images of my actions in those videos, seducing and engaging in inappropriate activities to manipulate Mr. Holt, haunted me. I couldn't bear to look at myself in the mirror again.

Midway through my journey, Atticus called. It was then that I realized I had both myself and the phone I discovered in Atticus’s closet in my hands as I left.

I paused in the middle of the road, fixating on his name glowing on the screen. Why? Why did he defend me? Why didn't he just end me after witnessing those videos of me wreaking havoc and destroying his sister's life?

"Why?" I answered the call without hesitation. There was a silence from his end, and then he inquired, "What? Cynthia! I just heard from the guard that you hurriedly left the mansion. Where are you headed to?" His concern for me made me sick to my stomach. How could he be in love with someone like me--someone who had committed crimes and hypocritically labeled others as mean and bad when I was the one at fault?

I had made mistakes, and worst of all, I couldn't even remember any of it.

"Why, are you afraid I might hurt someone else again, or maybe mess around with someone?" I asked through tears. I wasn't sure why I was so angry with him. Perhaps it was because I had always given him a hard time for not believing me, and now, when he had solid proof, he returned to protect me, keeping that evidence hidden to shield me from punishment.

"Cynthia! What are you talking about? What happened this time? Please tell me. Did somebody say something to you?" he started to panic, sensing I was alluding to the crimes I had committed.

"I know everything, Atticus! Just stop defending me," I sobbed while resuming my aimless walk without knowing where I was headed.

"Cynthia! I don’t know what you are talking about. Just tell me where you are?" He seemed to be running around, his breathing audible and accelerated.

"Atticus! I found the phone in your closet," I broke down into tears. When I lifted my face, I realized I was on the hills. Just beyond them lay the werewolf council. Just a few more minutes, and I would be there.

"Cyn---thia! You found the phone?" His voice slowed down. "Listen, where did you head out with it?" He soon pieced it together, recalling the guard's report that I had left in a hurry.

"I am doing what you should have done to prevent others from getting hurt by an evil person like me," I said, reaching the top of the cliff to take a path down, aiming to reach the werewolf council soon.

"Oh, no! Don’t be stupid. Just let me explain, please," he pleaded, but his breath raced, so I could only assume he had started to sprint even faster now that he knew where I was.

"Atticus! I don’t want you to lie to me again. I saw everything. I can’t believe I did all that and have no clue," I must have an illness or something, but it still didn’t mean he should have left me in the open. I am evil.

"Cynthia!" His voice came right from behind me. I slowly slid the phone down my ear and turned around to look at Atticus, who was breathing profusely as he rushed to me without any delay.

The weather had started to worsen; the storm was setting in.

"Why! Why did you hide it all from me?" I whispered through tears. "No! Don’t come near me; I might hurt you," I uttered, stepping back from him and warning him against getting close. I was near the cliff; one step, and I would fall into the abyss, there were silver bars all down, so there was no chance of me surviving.

"Don’t be foolish," he waved his hand at me, catching his breath in the very next minute.

"You know what the worst thing is, Atticus? I did so much that I don’t even remember. All this time, I kept blaming everyone for mistreating me when I deserved it all along," I sniffled, watching him feel sympathy for me.

"It was not your fault," he said very calmly, eyes on my face.

"Are those videos fake?" I asked, and he sadly lowered his head because those were real videos.