OLIVER NIGHT P.O.V 🤍
"Oliver, what have you done?" Queen Marigold yelled, her voice echoing throughout the hall. "How could you do all that to the poor girl?"
"Mother, I'm not at fault."
"Then who is at fault? You or Clara?" she demanded, her eyes blazing.
"Clara," I said, feeling a knot of guilt in my stomach. "She never told me that she was carrying my child. I only found out because of the scandal."
"That is no excuse for your behavior," she said
"What are we going to do, Mother?" I asked
"We're going to beg her,We're going to apologize and make it right."
"Mother, but what if..." I started to say, but she cut me off.
"No 'what ifs' , Do you know where she lives?"
"Yes,"
"Then let's go," she said, heading for the door. "I'll go upstairs to change my dress."
She swept out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I pulled out my phone and stared at it, the screen flashing with missed call from Viola. I was angry and hurt,
"Stop calling me," I said, as I pressed the end call button. I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't help myself.
CLARA ROSEWOOD P.O.V.🤍
I opened the door, and there they were, Oliver and Queen Marigold. She immediately rushed towards me and wrapped me in a hug.
"I am so sorry, my dear," she said, her voice full of compassion.
I stood there, motionless for a moment, before returning her embrace.
I was surprised by her gesture, but it felt good to be held. It was like I was being given permission to let go of the weight I'd been carrying.
"Please, sit down," I said, trying to be a good host despite the circumstances. "What can I offer you?"
She glanced around the room, her eyes falling on a picture hanging on the wall. "Are those my grandchildren?" she asked, her voice full of curiosity.
"They're not our children, We're not sure if they're related to us." Oliver said
"Shut up, Oliver!" Queen Marigold said, her voice sharp. "This is no time for foolishness." She turned back to me, her eyes full of concern. "My dear, is he really their father?"
I nodded, my heart heavy. "Yes, He's their father."
Oliver started to protest, but Queen Marigold cut him off.
"Silence! You will not speak until I tell you to." She said, her voice ringing in the air
"What really happened?" she asked, her gaze never leaving my face.
I took a deep breath, trying to collect my thoughts. "He was drunk that day, If he could remember, he would know that it was December 19th, 2022. He came home, and I took him to his room. He mistook me for Viola, and..." I paused, not wanting to relive the experience.
"It's okay, You don't have to say it if you don't want to." Queen Marigold said, her voice soothing
"But what I...why do you tell me.... " Oliver started to say, his voice trailing off.
"If I told you, what would you do?, Would you kick me out eventually?" I said, the anger rising in my voice
"I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you."
"Sorry isn't enough," I said, my heart aching. "It's too late."
"Please, my daughter," Queen Marigold said, reaching out to touch my arm. "Let's try to work this out."
"Mother, there is nothing to work out," I said, my voice breaking as I started to cry. "Oliver has hurt me so much, and it still hurts."
"I understand, I will give you some time to think about what you want to do." She pulled me into a hug, and I let myself lean into her embrace.
OLIVER NIGHT P.O.V 🤍
As I made my way home, I lay down on my bed, but my mind was still racing. I replayed Clara's words over and over again in my head. "
I'm sorry," I said to myself, the guilt weighing heavily on my heart. "I've hurt her so much, and I wonder if she'll ever forgive me."
I couldn't stop thinking about what I had done, and how it had all gone so wrong.
I had been selfish and impulsive, and now I was paying the price.I just hoped that there was a way to make things right.
The sound of my phone ringing broke through the silence, and I answered it without thinking.
📲"Hello?" I said, my voice a little hoarse from crying.
📲"Is this Mr. Night?" the voice on the other end asked.
📲"Yes, Who is this?"
📲"It's from the Examiner's office," the voice said
I sat up, my heart pounding. 📲"Who's dead?" I asked, my voice trembling.
📲"Mrs. Viola is dead," he said, and then the line went dead.
I was left holding the phone, my heart pounding in my chest. "What?" I yelled, though there was no one there to hear me...........
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RomantikClara Rosewood and Oliver Night were childhood friends, but when it came time for Oliver to continue his studies, he left their village to go to the city. He promised to marry Clara when he returned, but when he did, he refused. However, his father...
