Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 89: Chap-89*Everything Is Possible*

**Cynthia Dion: **

I paced around the outdoor dining table while Charlotte arranged the food, pondering the recent events in my life.

"Anyone would react the way he did, but what did he mean by his sister having good news and me not hurting her again?" I whispered to myself, my gaze fixed on the grass. It didn't make sense to me. In Atticus's eyes, though, I appeared to be a twisted and cruel person, and all the evidence seemed to support that. I only wished he could have explained everything he knew instead of storming out.

I didn't expect him to reveal the extent of his sister's suffering because, in his view, that might bring me joy.

"Ma'am! The meal is ready," Charlotte said with a smile, and I called her back as she turned to go.

“Thank you,” I nodded, thinking if I should ask her about Atticus.

"Charlotte! Is Alpha Atticus joining me for dinner?" I inquired. What else does he have against me? I need to know.

She replied, "He hasn't been eating much lately."

"Please let him know that dinner is ready and that Cynthia invites him to join," I conveyed her message, and she went to fetch him. I kept my emotions to myself.

As she walked away, she added, "Alright, ma'am."

"I need to have a conversation with him. There are things that need to be cleared up," I told myself, convincing myself that another discussion with him would be beneficial. The fact that Mr. Holt had my pictures was extremely unsettling. But why hadn't he ever mentioned them to me? Why hadn't he talked to me about the messages I had discovered between us?

I was left with the impression that Atticus was internally affected by this new situation and likely held me responsible for it.

I wasn't prepared to forgive him, but I understood that if I could prove my innocence, he would eventually realize he had wrongly accused me.

I took a seat, but my gaze and full attention remained fixed on the path leading to the mansion's door. Ironically, as I anxiously anticipated his arrival, I no longer felt fearful, knowing that he had promised not to harm me in the future.

"Why do you want me to join you for dinner?" I must have momentarily lost my composure because Atticus arrived with an angry expression.

It took a lot of courage and understanding for me to respond, "Come, Atticus! We're not kids."

He stared at me blankly from across the table before finally coming over and taking the seat directly in front of me.

"You can start eating now," I began cautiously. I found myself in a frightening situation, knowing he had my private photos. I wanted to establish a conversation with him. I wasn't sure if he intended to use them against me or as a threat, so I wanted them gone since they felt like a looming threat over my head.

"Cynthia! What kind of game are you playing?" He shook his head mockingly, as if I were some devious person trying to trap him again.

"That content, Atticus! Those images," I said, trying to convey confidence despite my intense fear of him. I had seen him at his worst--or had I?

Once he understood what was bothering me, he asked quietly, "Do you think I'll use them against you?"

My situation made it hard for me to respond as I normally would, so I straightened my posture and cleared my throat.

"Could you please delete those? I swear, I have no idea who sent those pictures to your brother-in-law," I asked, my eyes welling up as his piercing gaze sent shivers down my spine. I was about to share a bit more about my life back home when he swiftly interrupted me, breaking my temporary concentration.

With his arm resting on the chair's back and his fingers forming an L shape, index finger near his temple and thumb brushing his chin, he said, "Your spouse and mate."

He had his legs stretched under the table, leaning back in his chair.

I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the way he was staring at me, especially knowing that he had recently seen me fully exposed in those videos and photos.

"My father used to have absolute control over my life. He never allowed me to do anything he didn't approve of. He strongly disapproved of the idea of me having a mate, Atticus. He would take my phone away almost every day for various reasons, and I was never allowed to keep it past 10 o'clock at night," I shared my circumstances with him. I left it there, hoping he would understand that I was never in control of it.

"Are you suggesting that your father recorded videos and took photos of you to send to Mr. Holt?" He raised an eyebrow while scrutinizing me. I realized that my words might have sounded that way, although it wasn't what I intended to convey. Nevertheless, the disgust on his face made my lips quiver.

"No!" I intervened, not to defend my father but to protect my own emotional state. "No matter how terrible a father may be, he would never do such a thing to his daughter," I clarified.

"Really? So, what exactly are you trying to imply then? Did the phone just stand up and do it all by itself?" His tone remained calm, but it was starting to lose its patience.

"I--no!" I stammered. When there was silence on his end, I shook my head and briefly lowered my gaze before meeting his somewhat puzzled look.

"Did your father only let you go to school with Mr. Holt?" He mentioned how my father had essentially pushed me out of school at one point and never allowed me to complete my studies until one night when I took his phone and reached out to Mr. Holt for help.

Now that Atticus was willing to listen, I decided to share everything with him, hoping he would hear me out and help me escape this ordeal.

Having seen those videos and pictures, I was now terrified of both Mr. Holt and my father.