Nine months too late: After divorce by Baby Charlene
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"The time I spent locked behind bars felt a little deserving to me and it was nothing compared to the torment I had to deal with." Sylvie was almost struggling to breath. If he kept up with the topic, she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it in. More tears coursed down her cheeks, but this time, they weren't for her own sorrows anymore.

Just as much as it had been the worst night for Kage, it was also hers. But he didn't know that, and hopefully, he never will. Kage felt a shudde e through his shoulders at the recollection of the ugly past. It was one of the few moments when he was truly weak; vuli

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Marilyn had been his cousin. She was the only relative he'd been close to in the family, and they weren't just close; they were best friends. They'd grown to have an extremely tight bond from childhood and back then, a life without her had seemed impossible. But he killed her. He was a monster.

"It waa my fault," his brows gathered in a frown as he mumbled the words, more to himself. "I killed her."

Sylvie's heart twisted painfully in her chest. Looking at him, she reached out and held his hand, giving it a little squeeze. "No, you didn't."

"I gave her the drink," Kage hardly heard her; couldn't even feel her hand holding his. "It was... It was poisoned. If she hadn't taken it..."

He closed his eyes, dealing with the next wave of shiver that crushed him.

it,

Marilyn had been allergic to Nuxine. It was poisonous to her, hence, the family always avoided giving her anything similar to it. But that night, she had consumed a good quantity of it from the juice pack Kage had given to her. It was his and he was supposed to have taken but when when she showed up and asked, of course he didn't hesitate giving it to her. Yet, that was the worst mistake of his life.

Half an hour later, Marilyn reacted. That time, they had been at the highschool camp, and unfortunately, the medical team on ground didn't have the medications needed to help her.

By the time they were able to get her to a hospital, it had gotten really bad. She was unconscious for days, suffering. Everyone hoped she'd survive it, but on the fourth day, she was gone.

Kage remembered how much it had broken him. He'd lost his mind and cried the hardest.

Her family blamed and

accused him for it. They got him arrested, leading to his one year stay in jail. It was through a lot of connections and court cases that he was finally set free with his innocence proven. But sometimes, Kage wished he'd remained in jail. He didn't know how Nuxine had gotten into the drink. It was probably injected, but none of it mattered to Kage. She died in his arms, and that was all that mattered.

"It wasn't your fault, Kage." There was a tremor in Sylvie's voice. Her hand holding his trembled. "You loved Marilyn, always remember that."

Guilt stabbed at her, making it almost impossible for her to breath.

God, she hated Lancelot, and for the she time, and wished he had ended up dead when he got shot in the head.

Kage wasn't the only suffering. For ten years, Sylvie had had to live with the guilt of what happened to Marilyn. It was memories like that that made her think she didn't deserve to be with Kage.'

But what could she do now that her heart had helplessly fallen for him? Just like Marilyn, living without him seemed impossible.

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Tana opened the door to a furious Kage.

He wasn't the type that went all yelling when angry. He was usually very collected, but the look of death in his face was what made others know he was damn angry. "Sh... She's upstairs, sir."

Kag

into the house and was about taking the staircase when Lana showed up. Perfect.

He waited for her to descend.

"I was expecting you." She almost drawled the words, her fingers brushing through her messy hair.

Kage slid his hands into his pockets, willing himself to remain calm. "Why did you do it?" "Do what?"

Do what?

He took a deep breath. "Yesterday. What you did to Sylvie in public was uncalled for, Lana."

She scoffed, crossing her hands. "Seriously? Was there even a part of it that hadn't been true? She ruined my engagement, same way her mother almost-"

"Enough, Lana!" He growled. "Look, I only came here 'cause I wanted to make this as clearly as possible. Sylvie never ruined us. I left you because it was my decision. So, yesterday should be the last time you ever go after her like that because guess what, it's never going to make a difference. It's never making me come back to you."

His words sliced through Lana like a blade. Her eyes glared daggers at him until they eree glistening with tears.

"Well, you didn't have to come," she smiled, although the pain in her eyes said otherwise. "A text would've sufficed. I already know she's your precious lady, so I'd have understood how serious the text was."

She moved to the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water. But her breath already reeked of alcohol. Even from the way she walked, Kage could tell she was tipsy. He had glanced at the wine counter when he arrived and confirmed there was no alcohol in it. But obviously, it wasn't enough to stop Lana from drinking.

"I really wouldn't want to hurt you, Lana," he spoke calmly, but the underlying threat in his words was clear. "So, please don't make me. I need you to stay away from Sylvie." She cursed.

Lana chuckled, her back to him as she stood in front of the refrigerator. She heard the door open and slam shut and that was when she whirled around, hurling the bottle to the floor.

Damn

you!" She

Sylvie, that b***h. Imagine being threatened by Kage because of her. How could he!?

She sank her fingers into her hair. Oh, God. She needed more booze.

"Kage is the least of your problems," her mother's voice reached her ears.

She turned with a small start and found her on the staircase.

Rebecca continued. "Trust me, I'm not trying to get involved in this, but I felt you should know - Lancelot is awake. He regained consciousness three days ago."

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Lana's world came crushing further down from one sentence. Her vision was instantly blurry, she was lucky to have reached the couch before her legs gave out to the cold floor. "No," she mumbled under her breath, shaking her head. "No. It can't be."