Chapter 2

2

The next day, Cillian and I got into the car.

To my surprise, Rosalie was already sitting in the passenger seat.

When she saw me, her eyes crinkled into a fake, sweet smile as she greeted me.

I shot a glance at Cillian, but he acted as if nothing was wrong and reached out to hold my hand.

My face went pale, and I instinctively jerked my hand away.

Cillian immediately gripped my hand again, his face full of feigned concern.

"What's wrong? Is seeing your parents today making you sad again?"

Before I could answer, Rosalie piped up from the front.

"The Mistress probably skipped breakfast. Her blood sugar must be low. I prepared some warm oatmeal for the Master, maybe she should have some."

Cillian's eyes flickered. He took the oatmeal and began feeding it to me, spoon by spoon.

We soon arrived at the memorial park.

As I was kneeling in front of the graves, Rosalie's inner voice drifted into my mind again.

【Stupid bitch. You really think he loves you.】

【He brought me along today just because he wanted to try something more thrilling.】

I looked up and caught Rosalie looking at Cillian with eyes full of unfiltered lust.

After the ceremony, Cillian looked down at me.

"Sera, I know you want some private time to talk to your parents. I'll wait for you outside."

I grabbed his sleeve, my eyes pleading. "Can you stay with me? Please?"

Cillian pulled my hand off him, his expression turning cold. "Sera, I'll be just outside. Be a good girl."

He turned and walked away without a second look.

I followed him quietly and watched as the two of them slipped into a secluded corner behind the restrooms.

The sound of muffled gasps and the rustle of fabric soon reached my ears.

"Cillian... no... don't. It's her parents' memorial day."

【Ha! Cheating right in front of her parents' graves. Cillian really does love this kind of thrill.】

【If Seraphina knew that while she's kneeling and crying, her husband is pinning me against a wall...】

【Tsk. How pathetic.】

Hearing Rosalie's thoughts, a bitter, hollow laugh escaped me.

She was right. I was pathetic.

"Don't say such depressing things. If you stay quiet, she won't find out."

"Besides, isn't this exactly what you wanted?"

Cillian bit Rosalie's earlobe, his voice thick with urgency.

"You're the one who wanted the excitement, Master. I'm just playing along."

"Yes, it's me, baby. Just be good for me," Cillian whispered, his tone overflowing with affection.

The blood in my veins turned to ice.

They were actually doing this at the site where my parents rested in peace!

My eyes turned blood-red as I charged toward them.

I lunged forward and dragged the disheveled Rosalie out of the corner, delivering a thunderous slap to her face!

The crisp sound of the strike shattered the silence of the park.

Cillian panicked, trying to grab me to explain.

Rosalie slumped to the ground, clutching her face and wailing. "Cillian, it hurts so much! Is my face going to be ruined?"

Cillian stopped in his tracks and turned to scoop her up. He barked at me, "Apologize to her!"

A sense of utter absurdity washed over me.

I raised my hand and slapped Cillian even harder than I had hit her!

He lunged forward and grabbed my wrist, flinging me away with brutal force.

I stumbled back, my feet catching on the grass, and I fell hard. The back of my head slammed against the sharp edge of a stone monument.

A sickening thud echoed, and my vision exploded into a blur of crimson.

I stood there for a moment, feeling a deathly chill seep into my bones.

Even though I already knew about their affair, seeing it with my own eyes made it hard to breathe.

Today was the day my parents died. This was their final resting place.

Pain erupted in my skull, and everything turned red.

The last thing I saw was Cillian tenderly checking Rosalie's face, never once looking back at me.