Episode 8: The Devil's Cries
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In my sleep, I felt cold. I slowly moved toward him and hugged him.
“It’s so warm.”
Then I realized and opened my eyes. I looked up.
“Snow White, I thought I was the one who would do anything, but here I am — the one who’s unsafe,” he said, his eyes still sleepy.
“Sorry,” I turned to the other side. His hand wrapped around me from behind, pulling my back against his chest.
“Now it’s okay, Snow White. Good night.”
*NEXT MORNING*
I woke up. He wasn’t there. I stood up and walked out of the room.
“Good morning, Miss Canel. Where is he?”
“Good morning. He had some important work, so he left.”
Miss Canel walked to his study room. I followed. She was dusting while I looked around. Suddenly, in the drawer, I found a photo frame.
“Miss Canel, is this child Damien?”
“Yes,” she said, looking at the photo.
“Then who’s this little girl?” I asked, confused.
“She’s Luna, his older sister. But now she’s no more. She was the only one who cared for and loved him so much. After her death, he became distant and heartless.”
“But how? How did she die?”
“I don’t know about that. Only Damien knows,” she said, finishing her dusting.
We heard a voice from outside the room.
“Hey, whatever your name is, come out! Come out!” Someone yelled at the top of their lungs.
We went out, and there were Mrs. Blackwood and Lucy.
“Oh, so here you are. How dare you walk into his study room?” Lucy came toward me angrily.
“Lucy, stop. And you — these are the divorce papers. Sign them fast.”
She handed me the pen and the papers. I looked her in the eye and tore the papers into pieces.
“I will not give him a divorce. Do whatever you want.” I turned to leave, but Lucy grabbed my hair.
“You b***h! Today I’ll teach you a lesson!”
“How dare you touch my hair?” I slapped her hard. Lucy looked at me, shocked.
She raised her hand to hit me, but a voice cut through the air like a blade.
“Don’t.”
She stopped. He was here.
“Didn’t I tell you not to lay a finger on her?” He pulled out his gun and pointed it at Lucy. “From now on, don’t let them enter the mansion. Understood? Next time, I won’t just point. I’ll shoot. Throw them out.”
He came to me. I looked away.
“What happened, Snow White? Are you angry with me?”
“You left without saying anything.”
“I had some important work.” He walked toward his room. I followed.
“I wanted to ask you one thing,” I said, clenching my hands together.
“Yes, ask,” he said, taking off his coat.
“Who is Luna?”
He turned and looked at me coldly. “That’s none of your business.”
“Why? I’m your wife. Why can’t you tell me?”
He turned to leave, but I grabbed his hand.
“Where are you going?” He yanked his hand away and left.
The whole day, I kept thinking about him. At night, he came back, drunk. He entered the room, barely balancing himself. He came and hugged me.
“Wifey, I’m home. Did you miss me?” He buried his face in my neck.
“Are you drunk?” I pushed him and led him to the bed. He sat and hugged my waist again.
“No, wifey. Who told you that? See, do I look drunk?”
“Then why are you calling me ‘wifey’ now, when this morning I asked you about Luna and you didn’t answer and left?”
“First, sit here. Then I’ll tell you.”
I sat on the bed, and he put his head on my lap.
“Luna was my older sister. You know Leo? His older brother, Rowan, and I were best friends. He fell for my sister, and she liked him too. My parents were against the marriage, but my sister still married him. After the wedding, one rainy night, she came to the mansion. I was on a mission. Rowan was cruel. She told our parents everything — that he beat her, tortured her. But they didn’t listen. They threw her out. When I came back and found out, I went to Rowan’s mansion. But it was too late.” His eyes filled with tears. “My sister was no more. I killed Rowan on the spot.”
He buried his face on my lap. His tears soaked my clothes. My heart sank.
I made him sit and cupped his face in both hands, making him look at me.
This was the first time I saw the devil cry. He was crying like a baby — cheeks and nose red, eyes puffy, lips rosy red. He looked so adorable. I didn’t even realize when I leaned in and kissed him.
It wasn’t like the kisses before. Not quick, not accidental, not forced. It was something new — slow, passionate. The kiss I had dreamed of.
He kissed me back. We were lost in the moment.
I grabbed his shirt, and both his hands were on my waist.
A while later, I ran out of breath and tapped his chest. He pulled away.
His lips were swollen and red from the kiss. Mine too.
He put his head on my chest and fell asleep.
My heart was racing.
*NEXT MORNING*
I woke up, and he was lying beside me. I went to the bathroom. When I stepped out, he was awake.
“So, you took advantage of me when I was drunk,” he smirked.
“What? No, I didn’t do anything!” I clutched my bag.
He laughed. “Are you going somewhere?”
“Yes. I’m going to meet my friend.”
“Do you want me to come?”
“No, no. I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay.” He lay down again.
*AT THE CAFÉ*
“Oh, hey, I’m here!” someone waved to me.
“Leo, you’re here?” I went to him.
He pulled me in hug and whispered, “oh, my bestie. Are you okay? Did Damein do something to you? How was my act?"
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