✓ | REBIRTH OF THE REBEL [Book Two]

CHAPTER 38

[ C H A P T E R 38 ]

OMNISCIENT

The amount of blood the duchess lost needed at least a week for recuperation, but her consciousness returned after three agonizing days. The chamber's ceiling greeted her blurry vision as she awoke, pain instantly throbbing through her head. Her right hand instinctively reached for the source of the ache.

As her vision cleared, memories flooded back like a torrent. It was a cinematic playback of joy, anticipation, and love, followed by a sudden plunge into a void of grief. Her hands instinctively went to her belly, now flat and devoid of the life that once thrived within.

Panic gripped her as she touched her stomach, frantically searching for any trace of the pregnancy that had defined her recent days. The bump was gone, replaced by an emptiness that mirrored the void in her heart. She couldn't suppress the scream that tore from her throat, a visceral cry of terror that echoed through the chamber, signaling the guards that the duchess was awake.

"Where are my children?!" she screamed, the anguish in her voice reverberating through the air like a haunting melody. The ducal chamber, once a sanctuary, now bore witness to the shattered remnants of a mother's dreams.

The duke who is just across the room immediately heard the scream. Roshan, whose eyes had been fixed on the duchess in silent vigil, rushed to her side. The air thickened with grief, and as he reached out to comfort her, a storm brewed in his eyes.

"Your grace, where are they? What happened to our children?" she demanded, her voice oscillating between despair and accusation.

His jaw clenched, emotions wrestling beneath a veneer of composure. "They're gone, wife," he uttered, words heavy with the weight of the unspeakable. "I couldn't save them."

A torrent of tears streamed down her face as reality crashed upon her like relentless waves. "You promised to protect them, your grace! You promised!"

"I know," he whispered, the argument an unspoken agreement between them. The ducal couple, bound by love and now fractured by loss, found themselves in the heart of a tempestuous confrontation.

Latisha, her voice raw with anguish, accused him, "You were supposed to keep them safe!"

His eyes, a mirror reflecting the torment within, met hers. "I tried, wife. I tried. I am sorry."

In the chamber where joy once resided, the ducal couple waged a silent battle against the echoes of their shattered dreams. The duchess's cries could be heard outside, the mansion was filled with loss, the people couldn't even find joy in their houseworks. Everyone is sympathizing with the loss.

You cry awfully, Latisha. Even so, that scream did a good job fooling everyone you're not pregnant anymore.

'Fuck you' that is all what Latisha thought in mind. Of course, she has no choice but to pretend she truly lost her children when in fact she's still pregnant and healthy. This plan needs to work in favor of Laviene's part in overtaking destiny. She refuses to die in the same way they did in their past lives, and so, selfish measurements need to be done.

After a while of screaming her might, Latisha refused the warmth embrace of her husband. She needs to act right, and pretend well. Even if this action will hurt the duke, she needs to abide by the instructions of her twin sister.

Erwan and Cyan suddenly arrived, halted on the doorway when Latisha screamed again. She let herself be consumed by grief, refusing to be consoled. Her eyes, once radiant, now reflected the depths of her pain as she withdrew into a cocoon of mourning. Roshan, desperate to breach the walls she erected, approached her tentatively.