Chapter 57

chapter 57

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows as Augustine strolled down the bustling city sidewalk, cradling Allistar in his arms. Myra walked at his side, a serene expression on her face, her attention focused on the precious bundle in Augustine's arms. The air was filled with the cacophony of city life, yet in this moment, the trio seemed cocooned in their own world.

As they ambled along, Myra's eyes inadvertently caught sight of Aeron in the distance. He was hand in hand with his new lover, an image that triggered an unexpected pang within her. Determined to rise above the turmoil, she attempted to ignore his presence and continued walking, but Aeron intercepted her path.

His voice, dripping with disdain, cut through the ambient noise. "Well, if it isn't the whoring wife."

Myra's jaw tightened, but she maintained her composure, refusing to dignify his words with a response. Aeron, reveling in his moment of provocation, pressed on.

"I thought you said it was all