The Rise Of The Ugly Luna novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245

JARIS

“Yes. Don’t you remember?” He seemed surprised. “The four of us were in your vacation home during this time. Here, we were on our way to get ice cream. Xyla and I fought over a headset in the backseat. Aunt Lyric was the one who fixed it.”

The more he talked, the more my head ached from the confusion. I didn’t know Xylon to be a boy who spoke gibberish. So, why was he saying things that never happened?

“Xylon,” I scoffed. “This cannot be possible. Why would Lyric be in the vacation home with us?” I’ve never trusted her. There was not a single time she felt close to me. So it didn’t make sense that she’d be there and we’d even drive out to get ice cream together like one big family.

“You were upset about something and left us for days. It was Aunt Lyric who took us to the vacation home to meet you. Then, we agreed to stay for the weekend. You asked her to stay. Why can’t you remember, Dad?” He seemed a little pissed and concerned.

I do remember going to the vacation home when I thought Marta had played the paternity fraud on me. I remember the kids coming over. But…. wasn’t Marta the one that had brought them?

I closed my eyes, searching my memory.

The truth flashed in my mind. It wasn’t Marta. It was…. Lyric?

I got glimpses of her standing at my door, the kids beside her. I…I let her in.

But why would I let her in? I wasn’t supposed to trust her.

A strong migraine hit me, forcing me to stop thinking about it. I pinched my brows, grunting low. Something felt wrong.

Xylon flipped to another page. “Do you remember this? This was at our birthday party. The four of us played a game together. Aunt Lyric and Xyla won against us.”

That too didn’t seem to make sense. I seemed too happy in the picture. There was no recollection whatsoever of Lyric and I being this happy.

He opened to another page. “Then, this. I caught you two dancing in the garden one day and sketched it. Do you remember this?”

I closed the book, coming to the conclusion that I’ve had enough. How did these happen when they didn’t exist to me?

To the best of my knowledge, Lyric and I were never friends. She was simply someone I met when my mother introduced her to me to be mated. I never got to like her, and in the end, she killed my mother.

There was never a time we were this close. Why would Xylon conjure these images?

“Go to sleep, Xylon. We’ll just talk in the morning.” I returned the book to the shelf as I stood.

But he stood there, giving me a disappointed look I hadn’t seen him on before.

“Something is wrong with you, Dad. Why can’t you see it?” He asked in a quiet voice.

I stood there, speechless.

Without another word, he retreated to his bed, pulling the bed cover all the way to his head.

I stood outside the room for a while, trying to make sense of the situation. I initially thought Xylon was lying and none of those things happened. But judging from how hurt he looked, it left me wondering which of us was going mad. Xylon wasn’t one to be so dramatic.

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Chapter 245

I headed to Maddy’s room, having a crazy conclusion. She opened the door as soon as I knocked, letting me know she hadn’t been sleeping.

“When next do you plan on taking the kids out?”

“I don’t know. Maybe next week? Why?”

I paused, rolling my thumb on my lower lip. “Can you take them on Tuesday?”

She furrowed her brows. “That’s two days from now. Why?”

“Just do it, Marta. Tell the kids about it. It’s important.”

I walked away, knowing I left her with questions.

LYRIC

“Where are we going?” I asked for the second time, my eyes looking through the windows.

“A little more patience, Lyric. We’re almost there,” he flashed an unusual smile at me.

I toyed with the strap of my bag as I tried to keep my cool. I really had to try.

Being in the same car with him was suffocating. There was a part of me that was afraid he might hit me at even the slightest provocation.

After the night at Singapura where he abused me, I’d been walking on shells. I even tried to fly out of the country alone, except he forced me into using the same jet with him.

I’d been keeping a lot of distance from him, became more scared and always tried to avoid doing things that would upset him. And at the same time, I despised him.

My eye was healed already, but the scar along my hairline remained. I had expected it to heal as well but was disappointed. I had no idea if it had something to do with his eyes being black when he cut me.

I avoided the mirror these days ‘cause I hated my reflection–once again. Although the scar was thin and far up on my hairline, I still hated it.

We finally pulled into the parking lot of a building. It was a famous diner–one of the prettiest and most expensive ones in the country.

“Stay in the car,” Caden instructed before leaving.

I watched cluelessly as he walked around to my own side of the car and opened my

door.

“Here,” he extended his hand to me.

Okay… What the hell?

I hesitated, unsure of what was happening.

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