I died and woke up in an otome game (BL)

Chapter 71: An interlude for a blocked writer

Gloria regretted many things in her life.

She regretted giving up her career for her husband. Regretted her lackluster effort in raising her kids, her cruelty to that stain.

And now, sitting here, in a courtroom, in chains, she really regrets it.

"To the counts of child neglect and child prostitution, how does the accused plead?" The imitating judge in a black robe asked.

Guilty, Gloria thought. But what came out of her lawyer's mouth was, "Not Guilty, your honor."

In the end, she got two years and four of parole, and her husband got away scot-free. Her children were relatively unscathed. Her oldest, really. Her youngest was severely bullied online after it came out that he used to bully the stain and caused him to have a severe case of depression. Morgan quickly shipped him out, across the world, to some boarding school.

The man who raped the stain and led to his suicide is currently being tried. On the counts of Rape, Entrapment, and manslaughter. It's the least he can do, after letting that stain kill himself.

Gosh, what happened to me?

I used to be the perfect wife, the perfect mother, and a happy person. Not this...bitter woman full of hate and spite.

If only this life could start over.

Maybe I would've been nicer to the stain. Maybe even call it by its name.

Too bad that'll never happen.

"Husband," Gloria murmured into the cheap black phone pressed against her ear.

This was the first time Morgan had visited her.

He looked... bad. His eyes were sunken in, and his hair was lacking its usual volume.

"Morgan, what-"

"I'm fine, dearest." Morgan sighed and rubbed his eyes, hard.

He hadn't realized how much he cared about that...blip on his perfect record until it was no longer there to see.

He started remembering random facts about that blip...about his son. His youngest.

He liked strawberries. And loved the smell of pumpkin. He liked to get ice cream after his performances, and he would usually do that after a performance. He got a different flavor every time he went.

He liked to wear baggy sweaters, and he dyed his hair green when he was fourteen.

His laugh was like the sun, and they ruined that.

Morgan and his family.

Instead of being family to that innocent boy, they were demons.

Soul-sucking demons.

Morgan had noticed, he saw all the signs, the scars, the sunken cheeks, that the boy never smiled, and he ignored it.

And then that incident with Beau's friends.

Antonio's outburst.

He was just so angry, after that, and guilty. So, so guilty.

He acted rashly and agreed to an important businessman's wicked desires for his son to improve the relationships between their companies.

How he regretted it after, but the deal was done, and so he handed his weak, wheel-chair-bound son to that monster.

How he regretted that.

But it was too late, and they couldn't go back, only forward.