NovelBookChapter 397 KASMINE.
FOUR WEEKS LATER.
It all still felt... unreal. Like I was living in someone else's life. A dream I hadn't woken up from.
A fairytale, maybe-but one that cafter a storm. The kind you don't fully trust because it feels too peaceful.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, not recognizing the woman looking back at me. My cheeks were fuller now, soft and round with the pregnancy. My eyes carried that permanent tiredness, yet there was a calmness I couldn't explain. Maybe it was contentment. Or maybe I was just numb.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe fuck are you just standing there and doing nothing?" I heard Kester's voice from the living room, dishing out orders, moving things around, barking at the staff, organizing that which he swore had to be perfect today.
He'd been so busy all morning, yet he didn't wantto raise even a finger to assist. Honestly, I felt too pampered. Like a royal egg that shouldn't even be looked at too hard.
Since we got back from the hospital last week, I hadn't even washed my own damn hair. Someone else was always around to do something for Sometimes, it felt like people were breathing fortoo.
Kester wouldn't hear ofdoing anything for myself. He bathed me. Dressed me. Tied my hair. Carriedfrom the bed to the couch like I wa break.
ing to And as embarrassing as it sounded, I got used to it. Maybe even enjoyed it sometimes.
But deep down, 1 knew it was because he was terrified. After losing one of the triplets, he was done taking risks, especially withand the remaining two still growing inside me.
The doctor said the babies and I were out of danger. Said the worst was over and that everything looked fine. But for Kester, nothing would ever be fine unless he could personally guard my womb like a fortress. He wouldn't letso much as fetch a glass of water. And heaven help anyone who told him he was being too much. He didn't give a shit.
A lot has happened over the past few weeks that has rapidly changed many aspects of our lives while giving us lessons to learn along the way.
The news of Mum leaving Dad had hithard. I thought it was because of the Kester and I had caused, maybe because of our relationship. But it went deeper than that. And I didn't know if I should feel relieved or såd.
Turns out Alpha Wes had so much planned out before Kester took him out. He had already sent sdamning evidence against Dad, showing why his ex-wife, Kester's biological mother, left.
It was all too much for Mum to process. She felt like she'd been lied to all these years, and that Dad wasn't the man who pretended to be.
She was adamant. And now, they were in the final process of the divorce.
Dad had been so devastated. He'd beca shadow of himself lately, like something inside him had cracked and was never going to heal again. He barely ate. Spent most of his days locked in his study.
And it somehow gave Kester utmost joy to see his father being that miserable.
He didn't hide it either.
He relished every second of Dad's downfall like it was was overdue justice ve being served on a silver platter. He'd always watch him with this dark gleam in his eye, like: Now you know what it feels like to bleed.
"Jerk out of Brie's cunt and get your horny ass down here! We have just less than an hour, damn it!" I heard Kester again, this tclearly yelling over the phone.
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