Page 43 of Octavius's Oath


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Life went on for a few months until yesterday…

When my husband got into a car accident. Thankfully, Grayson was with him and managed to call the ambulance on time.

He had a mild concussion, several bruises all over his chest and back, along with a black eye and a broken wrist. The doctor said he got lucky because these accidents usually end up with more catastrophic wounds, and he wanted to keep him overnight.

I stayed with him while Amanda came over to our house to look after Isla. Grayson handled all the paperwork as he always did, although I noticed something weird about him.

It seems he had bite marks all over his arm and was more nervous than usual. They kept exchanging weird glances with each other, but probably, it was all in my head.

We brought John home in the morning, and he has been resting ever since, which brings me to now.

Or rather a few hours ago when I finally got to read a local newspaper where they spoke about a hideous crime. A young woman committed suicide and attempted to kill her child as well by slicing his throat. He survived, despite the deep wound that will probably scar him for a lifetime. Aside from all his psychological issues.

Tragic, so tragic. I couldn’t function well after reading it and barely held off before Isla went to bed to give myself a minute to process all this.

The woman battled some hard demons and instead of asking for help, she chose to end her life. She didn’t even wish for her child to live on.

What happened to her?

Come to think of it…

Despite my panicked haze on that day and mostly blurry vision due to the rain and wind, I still remember clearly her worn-out clothes and bruised skin.

The wild look in her eyes and how she kept glancing at my husband, clenching my hand as if holding on to me and seeking protection.

Isla’s biological mother is dead.

And the worst part about it?

Relief.

Because now there is no possibility of anyone ever taking her away from us.

I hate myself for it and try not to think about a little orphaned boy who was left alone to live with his trauma and probably will have to go to foster care, and truth be told…I don’t want to know anything about him.

The farther away he is from our family, the safer we are.

My little girl is mine.

And for this, I’m willing to go to hell.

Isla

“I think this was a horrible mistake,” Penelope says as her driver pulls up in front of the club with a mile-long line leading to the flashy red entrance where three bouncers guard the place.

Their arms are crossed as they broodingly watch their surroundings, their muscles bulging under their shirts, and I shake my head at it. Most of them act as if they guard the gates of heaven themselves.

Countless women and men dressed in fine clothes showcase several of the latest designer collections for the season. Callum bought it all for Giselle. That’s the only reason I know. One dress costs more than my monthly check, so I’d never be able to afford it. Expensive-looking diamonds glisten under the shimmering lights all around them, and they probably show off to each other or just emphasize their status to get an in.

A lady scans everyone’s invitations and even sends some people away. Some women burst into tears, begging to be let in.

One man tries to argue but shuts up when a bouncer shoves him away.

I huff, tightening my jacket. “Let’s not be dramatic.” I pat Penelope’s hand and motion to the door. “We should find out what all the fuss is about, right?” I send a reassuring smile before pressing the handle and getting out of the car. I hold back a smile from her scandalized expression.

It seems to be permanently attached to her face ever since we met earlier today, and she learned about my condition in order for her to get the information. I suspect the girl thinks I’m mental and have lost my head, and my familiarity with her doesn’t help the matter.

Based on the little information I got about her, she grew up in Paris with her uncle, a famous artist who adored her and doted on her. Up until she was fifteen, she considered him her father, and that’s when she learned about her family drama and long-lost twin.

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