Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Jack's eyes were filled with rage that had quickly disappeared into a pool of calm when he saw me. He probably didn't expect to see me under such circumstances. "Aren't you surprised to meet me again like this?"

It was I who had personally sent him to jail, causing his family's destruction.

Jack lifted his head slightly as a flurry of emotions fleeted through his eyes. Then, it was quickly replaced by his usual aloofness.

He sat down lazily. There was only a table in between us. The atmosphere was inexplicably tense.

"Was I surprised? Probably, but I'm more so confused and regretful." His voice was low and hoarse. Every word he uttered seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his heart.

"I didn't understand why you had to do that. Isn't there even an ounce of sliver of familial love in between us?"

I laughed quietly. Too much bitterness and helplessness was encapsulated in that laugh.

"Familial love? The moment you betrayed our family and betrayed my mother, that familial love doesn't exist anymore. I'm just doing all these so I'm answerable to my mother. I'm also doing this for myself, so I could get an answer." Jack's gaze suddenly turned steely as he shot up to his feet. His hands were tightly balled into fists as if he were trying to break free of his restraints.

"Your mother? What could she know? She's just a woman blinded by love, who thinks that marrying for love meant she could have everything. In reality, what has she gotten? Nothing but endless waiting and disappointment!"

A sharp pain pierced through my heart upon hearing this but I still remained a calm facade. However, when I remembered all that he had done to me, I felt like all of this was very ridiculous.

to my mother, things wouldn't end up the way they did. If you ever treated me as a proper

and time again, and

that she couldn't fulfill her dreams, she couldn't see many more masterpieces being admired by the

looked at me as the rage in his eyes slowly died down.

everything? Did you

the art gallery?

complicated and darker matters behind all of

of foreboding filled my

"What do you mean?"

his eyes like he was reminiscing the past too difficult

to cover the real secret.

dropped. A chill went down my

"Scam? What scam?"

again, tenacity filled his

veine

people may have given you hints, but they have the purpose in doing so. Im this world, no one would help another out at no cost, and there's no such