Perhaps it was because of that child that I still agreed to see Damon Blackwood when the young monk at the foot of the mountain informed me he was looking for me.
Seeing him again after five years, the hatred in my heart had long since dissipated, replaced only by a profound sense of pity.
Hearing my footsteps, he eagerly spoke.
“Anya, you still came.”
“Damon Blackwood, please call me Anya Reed. I’m married now.”
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“Damon Blackwood, please call me Anya Reed. I’m married now.”
My words made him freeze. The warmth that had filled his heart at my arrival instantly plummeted back to zero.
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His smile was stiff.
“Anya, don’t joke. You loved me so much, how could you marry someone else?”
Master Kaelen arrived with our child, Lily, a moment later, and hearing Damon’s words, his jealousy instantly flared.
“Damon Blackwood, don’t be so full of yourself. Come on, Leo, Maya, say hello to Uncle!”
The innocent children, unaware of the complexities, simply obeyed and greeted him.
I stroked Master Kaelen’s head, comforting him, and urged him to take the children and leave first.
He understood that the children were too young to be privy to this.
