Five Lost Angels: My Husband's Fatal Deception novel Chapter 138

A chill ran down my spine, ringing ominous bells in my mind, the iciness of Zoe's round eyes resembled pissed off Leo's. He was unrecognizable when he elaborated on the story of our family drama.

"My dad didn't know this before, as mom used a stealth method to give birth to Jane.

Now, she is a part of our lives."

My heart forgot to beat as I listened to Zoe's version of twisted reality, he didn't sugarcoat anything. The scene then changed, and we could see Zoe with Jane's bullies in the playground, they were busy in a serious conversation.

"My Mom says we shouldn't talk about parents' issues, Zoe. We aren't bad kids."

For some reason, Alex was hesitant to raise Jane's topic again. Zoe placed his hand on his shoulder, reasoning with him.

"You took me wrong, Alex. I am not asking you to go against your mom's words.

It's just that Jane should know the truth. She is living in the dark, so we have to do her a favor."

Zoe encouraged Alex to tell Jane that Leo wasn't willing to keep her as his own child, supporting his declaration with the legal proceedings. I was biting my lips nervously to hide my flaring anxiety, this revelation crept over me like some hungry beast, holding me captive. A menacing aura tightened its grip, paralyzing me in my chair, watching undeniable evidence of my son as the main investigator of Jane's bullying quaked the ground below my feet.

"Jane excelled in both studies and games. She has won the drawing contest as well. But nobody loves her. She is lonely in this world."

Zoe's piercing words were like molten lava, gradually pouring over me. I was nothing but a heap of black ashes until the end of that recording.

There were no words in any dictionary of the world that could precisely describe my distress. A powerful mixture of pain, shame, guilt, embarrassment, and remorse took the shape of a raging storm, wreaking havoc in my world.

The deafening silence engulfed the serenity of the room, leaving us speechless. This would be the first case in pre-school that a brother was instigating bullying for her younger sister.

"This is … unbelievable …"

Bright voiced his concerns, the principal expressed his pearls of wisdom, and even Mrs. Grant didn't glorify Zoe's actions, calling them sins. But I couldn't hear anything after Miss Alicia's conclusion.

"You can blame our school, but ultimately, it's your family matter, Miss Laura. Please solve it at home!"

…

Without wasting a second, I drove back home. Bright went to his office to give me some privacy. Jane was at Henry's Palace as my brother was on the mission to spoil his niece with gifts and nice vacations. Jane's therapist had advised us to change the environment for a better outcome.

This best-case scenario provided me enough time for a heart-to-heart conversation with Zoe. Although my mind was a mess, I wanted to hear my son's perspective. He deserved to explain his side of the story.

So, when I reached home, I went straight to his study. He was doing homework there. I eyed his nanny to go out.

"Hello, Zoe!

How was your day?"

Call it my stupidity, but starting from pleasantries helped me to calm myself, I gradually shifted the topic to the current situation.

"I met your teacher today, Zoe. She has given me the names of Jane's bullies."

Zoe's face changed color for a moment, giving away his shock, he spoke shakily.

"Zoe!"

I gasped as he started screaming, crying profusely.

"My first mom and dad abandoned me; they didn't acknowledge me as their son. Aunt Melody never loved me.

And you!

You only care for Jane. She is your daughter!"

In his sudden outburst, Zoe didn't let me speak; he opened his heart in front of me.

"Jane has you, Uncle Bright, and Uncle Henry. You all gave her Christmas presents and new year's gifts.

You even throw a massive birthday party for her every year. She has a yearly book where every moment has been recorded since her birth.

If I am your son, then where is my yearly book, my presents, and my birthday parties?"

I couldn't help but shed tears like him, the emptiness of his desolate voice cut through my heart. The years of negligence, despair, and yearning for parental affection flowed out of Zoe's glassy eyes in the form of tears.

He cried out, "Jane has everything that I should have. Why don't I get anything good in my life?

This is unfair!"