Faux Vows, True Desires

Chapter 490

Being the child of divorce is something most people dread, and Janice knew it all too well.

The fear that her two kids might be swayed by Nathan, their father, to act as his lobbyists, pleading with her to reconsider the divorce, weighed heavily on her. "Mom, we'd never do that. Neither would my brother," Lucinda reassured her.

They were coming to terms with the kind of man their father was, but their hearts ached for the years of suffering their mother had endured. They wouldn't side with him, nor would they pressure her.

This was their parents' tangled mess of love and pain, and it was theirs alone to sort out.

If their father ever earned their mother's forgiveness, they'd be overjoyed. But if divorce was the final chapter, they'd stand by their parents' decisions and choices.

A weight lifted slightly from Janice's shoulders.

After a moment of silence, she asked, "Lucy, how's your dad doing?"

Almost as if to avoid any misunderstanding, she quickly added, "I'm not concerned about him. I'm just worried he'll catch a cold and then I'll be expected

to look after him. That would drive me up the wall."

"Don't worry, Mom. My brother and Stefan will convince Dad to go inside and change. It's still warm out. Even if he's soaked to the bone, with Dad's constitution, he won't catch a cold."

"He's been shot before, nearly died. His health isn't as solid as you all think," Janice said absentmindedly.

After saying it, she paused, lost in thought.

Why did she remember Nathan's gunshot wound?

When had that happened?

It must have been when she had first lost her mind or during those long years of madness. The timeline was hazy.

She only remembered him throwing himself on top of her, and then the gunshot. Blood everywhere, her hands red with it, the memory so harrowing it stuck with her even through her madness.

And now, it slipped out so naturally.

"My dad's been shot?" Lucinda was shocked.

a rock-solid presence, impervious to the storm. With all the skilled bodyguards around him, the notion of him

But he'd been shot.

her brother mentioning their cars

family, her dad's car would undoubtedly be

I don't remember how it happened. All I remember is your dad falling on top of me,

made Janice's

wasn't a random attack. Her

shot, your grandmother cursed me as a jinx, saying I brought bad luck to my husband. She hit me, several times. I was terrified, of

hag went too far. Mom, what happened after that?

head, "I don't

she clutched her head, feeling

back, overwhelming

wrong? If you can't remember, don't force it,

fragments of the past, not the

such agony, she wrapped her arms

felt her daughter's voice fading as darkness enveloped her. She plunged into a world devoid

cries of a baby pierced

for a moment, then ran toward the source of

Lucy..." Her

months old. Without her mother's sight, she would cry bitterly, inconsolable by any nanny. Only in

to Lucy, but

been taken by a

had to run faster, catch the villain, and

as she sprinted barefoot into

poured down, soaking her, but she

if lightning struck her down, as long as breath remained in her, she would not give up on

storm rage at

sound of brakes cut through the night, followed by someone running toward

Who was it?

She didn't know.

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