Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 90: Chap-90*He Changes His Mind.*

**Cynthia Dion: **

"Yes, I admit I called Mr. Holt that evening because it seemed like my only option. I asked him to talk to my father and convince him to let me out of my room so I could go back to school. I knew my father would listen to him because they were always like close friends. My father also enrolled me in his school to prepare for the competition because he was determined for me to win the prize no matter what. I didn't hide anything, and as he patiently listened to me, I felt very comfortable.

All I could do was share my feelings and then hope and trust that he would believe me.

"Atticus! Mr. Holt gave me a ride that day when I was bullied at school. I didn't know about his marriage, and I didn't really care. The way he talked, it always seemed like he was living alone. Mr. Holt was at home when I got there that day, and I had this feeling like someone was watching me while I was in the shower. You can see that the recording suddenly stops because I realized something was wrong. There was a hole in our door that looked like it had been made from the outside, but strangely, Mr. Holt had already fixed it," I began explaining the truth, leaving nothing out so he could understand where it all started. The more I talked, the softer his expressions became.

"Atticus! When he mentioned being my second mate, I refused him right away because I never had any feelings for him. That's why I was walking home alone that evening. But your one small act made me feel terrible. Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the day that marked the start of my downfall. I thought I could seek his help; he would come, just like before, and persuade my father not to marry me off yet. However, he pulled another trick, and he deceived me into marrying him," I explained.

"Oh God! I can't believe he would be such a jerk," he said angrily, exhaling a deep breath. He seemed to be criticizing Mr. Holt's actions, but maybe he had forgotten about his own.

I met his gaze and mumbled, "It's not like others spared me," but he knew I was referring to him.

"Cynthia! You've witnessed what my sister went through. Did I make your sister cry?" He paused and then quickly got up, pulling a chair closer to me.

"And it's so perfectly planned that you have no doubt that I didn't do it, right?" he asked, leaving no room for me to explain why I might have acted differently from him. He was seeking answers in my eyes.

I stumbled, "I--I would've... I mean, I would've done anything to protect my sibling."

"Exactly, but I couldn't," he sighed, quickly turning away. "Cynthia, I'm at a loss for words. I'm not even sure how to apologize anymore. I feel like a terrible person because--" He was fully aware of how wrong his actions had been, and I couldn't convince him otherwise. In an attempt to make amends for the suffering and torment he and Mr. Holt had put me through over the past few weeks, he made the following promise: "Anyway, I don't know if you'll ever be able to forgive me, but I'll find out who did all this and ensure Flora's safety."

"I might have not been able to act properly in the past but I am willing to---do more investigation. I will find out the truth and I feel like---then I will have to redeem myself. which I am not sure---," he paused once he noticed that I had tears in my eyes.

He said those things, and I didn't want to stay with him any longer. He knew he had hurt me, and I was sure he would try to talk to me to seek forgiveness.

After returning to my room, I quickly fell asleep. The next two days followed a similar pattern. When Mr. Holt came home, he would bring some food to share with Maleeka. Knowing he was spending time with her and taking care of her made me feel better.

"She'll be coming home today. Make sure her room is well-prepared and decorated," Mr. Holt instructed the maids and the staff to ensure everything was in order for Maleeka's return.

I was tying my shoelaces and dressed in my school uniform. The big challenge was today, and my wolf hadn't responded yet.

"Are you ready for school?" Mr. Holt, adjusting his tie, asked me. "I was thinking I'll drive you two to school myself since I'm also going there to watch the game."

"Mister Holt! How can I participate if I haven't even transitioned yet?" He had promised to help me, but when I asked, he did nothing. I had often begged him for assistance in awakening my wolf, but his excuses persisted, and now the time had come.

I was starting to dread going to school for this contest. I had begun with so much enthusiasm, but now all my hopes and dreams seemed to have crumbled due to everything happening in my life.

"It'll be okay. You don't even have to win it anymore, honestly. Why bother entering this contest? It was all about money, but your father is earning twice as much every day," he said, observing the change in my facial expression as he shrugged.

But I wanted to be trained.

"Mister Holt! That was the only thing that could have helped me change the situation for the Rogues," I hesitated, but it seemed he had found a way to persuade me.

I regretted speaking up, but now that I had, I had to face the consequences.

"Maleeka is coming home today, so I think you should stay back and ensure everything goes as planned," he said, clearing his throat. He then removed his watch and put it on his wrist.