Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206

I blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the memories that had suddenly consumed me. The terror of my wedding day, being dragged away by Vivian’s men, the threat of being given to Itemlock… the cold disgust in Tristan’s eyes later that night. These memories still had the power to make my skin crawl, even after all these years.

I composed my face carefully, making sure none of the turmoil inside me was visible..

tan stood before me, his tall frame blocking the afternoon sun. Itis broad shoulders were slightly slumped, his brow furrowed with tension. He looked… troubled. It was an expression I rarely saw on his face.

“For what it’s worth,” he said, his deep voice dropping even lower, “that night… our wedding night… I was drunk, but I know I was rough with you, I forced-”

“You didn’t force me,” I cut him off, not wanting to hear him say it. Not wanting to relive that particular memory.

Tristan stepped back half a pace, his eyes widening slightly. “I didn’t?”

“No.” I met his gaze steadily. “And I know I shouldn’t have agreed to the marriage in the first place.”

He moved closer, his hands unconsciously clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Then why did you agree to marry me? Why did you agree to sleep with me that night?”

I couldn’t tell him the real reason. That was a part of my past I never wanted to revisit. Besides, he didn’t deserve to know the truth. Not

anymore.

So I made my voice light, dismissive, as if the whole thing had been of little consequence.

“Well, we were already married, so sleeping together wasn’t a big deal,” I shrugged casually. “And if I didn’t marry you, I was going to be sent to that old man. Don’t you think sleeping with a young man is better than an old one?”

Tristan’s hand suddenly froze mid–movement. “You mean any other young man would have done?” His voice turned hoarse.

“Yes, of course,” I answered without hesitation.

His fists clenched tight, knuckles turning white. He turned away from me, taking a deep breath.

I looked up at him, a challenging smile on my lips. “Alpha, you weren’t anything special. Don’t flatter yourself.”

Tristan spun back around, grabbing my arm. “I came here to talk to you properly, to understand the truth. Why are you trying to make me angry?” His grip loosened slightly when he touched me, as if he’d caught himself.

Iyanked my arm away. “Talk properly? Fine, let’s talk properly.” I walked to the other side of the bridge, and he followed.

“But what important things are there to talk about?” I continued. “Now you know the truth, and that’s good. I can finally bre one less accusation hanging over my head.”

easier with

Tristan said nothing, staring at the water below, his fingers lightly drumming on the bridge rail. Occasionally, his eyes would flick toward me, then away again.

After we got married, nothing changed, I thought bitterly. I waited for you night after night, but you never came home. You were always with someone else. You never loved me. That night you were rough with me because you hated me, not because you wanted me. Tristan, you were so cruel

to me.

‘I’ve misunderstood you all this time, Tristan finally said, turning to face me. His voice was deeper than usual. “I should have figured out the truth the next day.”

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Chapter 206

“Yeah, sure,” I replied scornfully. That would have saved three lives. Mine, my ex–husband’s, and his white rose?

I noticed his fingers gripping the railing tightly, the veins in his hands standing out. His reaction confused me. Why would he care so much about what I thought now?

I shouldn’t be standing here with this man who hurt me so badly, I told myself. I should get as far away from him as possible.

I was about to leave when Tristan spoke again.

“I’m sorry, Lysandra.” His voice was almost a whisper.

I froze in shock. Tristan rarely apologized for anything. “For what?” I asked.

“For misunderstanding you,” he replied calmly, his gaze fixed on mine. His fingers released the railing, and he half–extended one hand toward me before stopping mid–air and letting it fall back to his side.

“How many things can you apologize for, Tristan?” I challenged him. “Can you give me back the time I lost? Can you make me forget the pain after our marriage?”

Do you still see me as the criminal who married you? I wondered. Because you never looked at me properly after we got married.

I sighed, feeling a wave of regret wash over me. “Actually, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have agreed to marry you in the first place. I was too naive to- I caught myself, realizing I was starting to talk about the past, things I’d sworn never to mention.

Tristan quickly moved a step closer. “Too naive to what?” His voice suddenly rose before dropping again. “Please tell me.”

“Nothing,” I evaded. “I was young and made some wrong decisions.”

A sudden realization hit me–I was partly to blame too. I hadn’t known Tristan loved someone else. I looked at him directly. “You never told me there was someone else in your life. If you had, I would never have ruined your life like that.”

Tristan’s expression changed instantly. His brow furrowed as he walked closer to me. “But you found out soon after the wedding. You didn’t say any of this then.”

His reaction puzzled me. Why does he care so much? I thought. What’s the point of all this now?

I hate him, I reminded myself. I hate him from the bottom of my heart, and that hatred and pain will never go away.

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