Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 204

Chapter 204

I felt a sharp sting in my eyes as I tried to process what Tristan was saying. What exactly did he mean? That he finally believed I hadn’t manipulated the prophecy? After all these years?

I cut him off with an icy glare. “What do you mean?”

Tristan’s expression remained calm, almost clinical. ‘I saw the crystal records from the temple. I know everything that happened before the ceremony that day.”

A small laugh escaped my lips, starting as a soft chuckle before growing into something bigger, louder. I couldn’t help it. The absurdity of the situation–of my entire life–struck me as darkly hilarious. Here was Tristan Wolfbane, seven years later, casually informing me he’d finally discovered I wasn’t the villain in our story.

“What’s so funny?” Tristan asked, his brow furrowing.

I stopped laughing abruptly, shaking my head. “You never believed me, did you, Tristan Wolfbane?‘ I met his gaze directly. “When I denied faking the prophecy, you didn’t believe me. When I got tired of arguing and stayed silent, you still didn’t believe me. I swallowed hard. “You made me feel like the least trustworthy person in the world.”

Tristan seemed caught off guard by my response, his mouth opening slightly before he shifted topics. “Why didn’t you tell me Vivian abused you? I saw what she did to you in the temple.”

My expression went blank, all emotion draining from my face. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

Without another word, I pushed open the car door and stepped out. I couldn’t bear to be in that confined space with him for another second, couldn’t stand to hear one more word about truths discovered years too late.

The sight of the river took my breath away. I hadn’t expected such beauty–a stunning stretch of emerald–green water flowing beneath the bridge. Despite the cloudy day, the river sparkled with an almost magical quality, its surface rippling gently in the breeze.

I found myself drawn to the railing, leaning against it to better appreciate the pristine water below. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered, momentarily forgetting my anger.

I sensed someone approaching but didn’t turn. I knew it was Tristan. I ignored him, keeping my eyes fixed on the water.

Once, I would have given anything for him to know the truth. To believe me. The thought came unbidden, unwelcome. But that was a lifetime ago. The truth doesn’t matter anymore. Not to me.

didn’t

Tristan stood beside me now. I could feel his gaze on my profile, but I refused to acknowledge him. When his scent reached me that damned familiar scent of cedar and rain–I closed my eyes briefly. Astrid, my inner wolf, stirred with interest, wanting to move closer to understand it. I had rejected Tristan. Why did my wolf still respond to him this way?

I took a deep breath and turned away, scanning the area for any sign of passing cars or potential escape routes.

“It was Vivian who tried to fake the prophecy to become my Luna. Not you,” Tristan said quietly. “So why did you agree to marry me?”

I froze, his question stopping me in my tracks. “Because I loved you so much. And every day, you trampled all over that love, Tristan Wolfbane. The words formed in my mind, but I didn’t speak them aloud.

A wave of exhaustion crashed over me. How many times during our marriage had I told him I loved him? How many nights had I whispered it against his skin while he slept? How many mornings had I said it only to be met with cold silence? How many fights had ended with me in tears, still saying those three words despite his cruelty?

And yet here he was, asking why I’d agreed to marry him, as if he’d never heard me profess my love all those times. As if every declaration had

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been nothing but empty air. Had he truly never believed me? Had he never once thought that perhaps, despite everything, I had genuinely

loved him?

The realization was like a weight pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. Even now, after seeing the truth in those crystal records, he still couldn’t or wouldn’t–understand the simplest truth about our past.

I was so tired. Tired of explaining myself. Tired of defending feelings that had once been pure and true before he’d systematically destroyed them. Tired of this man who could see evidence of physical abuse but remained blind to emotional wounds–especially the ones he’d inflicted himself.

Instead, I stared across the bride watching clouds drift across the sky, their movement mirroring the churning emotions inside me.

Seven years ago. After the prophecy ceremony….

The miraculous purple light that had confirmed me as the woman in the prophecy hadn’t ended my nightmare–it had only transformed it. In the week between the prophecy ceremony and the marking ceremony, Vivian’s abuse had escalated to new heights. She couldn’t accept that I was the one from the prophecy, that I would become Luna instead of her.

She drugged my food, causing me to vomit constantly and grow weaker by the day. She wanted me too sick to attend my own wedding, or at least looking so haggard that Tristan would be repulsed.

When I tried to tell my adoptive parents, they merely told me to “toughen up” and implied I should feel honored to marry the Alpha’s son, regardless of the circumstances.

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