MAGDALENA'S POV
As I walked through the silent town, the weight of grief and disbelief heavy on my shoulders, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being utterly messy, drenched, and disgusting. How could this be happening?
My son, Thomas, was gone – a fact that my mind refused to accept. How could he have died? Why did he have to leave me like this?
My steps felt heavy as I trudged along, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and anguish. And then, as if to add insult to injury, I spotted a crumpled newspaper lying in a trash can.
Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed it, my hands trembling as I unfolded the pages.And there it was, in stark, cruel black and white – the news of Thomas's death, of him being beheaded by General Matt five years ago.
The words blurred before my eyes as tears welled up, a great wave of anger and despair crashing over me like a tidal wave. I screamed, a wild, guttural cry of pain and fury that echoed through the empty streets.
In that moment, all I could think about was revenge. I wanted to kill everyone who had a hand in my son's death, to make them pay for the agony and heartbreak they had inflicted upon me. The need for vengeance burned hot within me, a fierce flame that threatened to consume everything in its path.
I knew what I had to do. I had to find General Matt, to make him pay for what he had done. It was the only way I could ever hope to find peace, to avenge the son I had lost. And with that resolve burning bright in my heart, I set off on a mission that would change the course of my life forever.
I cried so much, the tears streaming down my face like a never-ending river of grief and pain.
How could my beloved son leave me like this, after all the love and care I had poured into raising him right? It felt like a cruel twist of fate, a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.
I couldn't understand why I was the one suffering, why I had to bear this unbearable pain all alone. It seemed so unjust, so senseless.
And while I was drowning in my own sorrow, their family was busy with their own lives, their own grievances. They were angry at me, seeking revenge just because Eugene had loved me first and not Florence.
If it wasn't for Florence and her dark magic that ensnared Eugene, he would still be with Thomas and me, and we would have been a happy family, and he wouldn't marry her.
Eugene would have reacted way worse if he was alive.
But now, our family lay shattered and broken, torn apart by the cruel hands of fate. Eugene was mine from the start, and they had stolen him away from me, stripping me of all my happiness.
Matt and Florence had taken everything from me – my fiance, my son, my very reason for living. |
I was left with nothing but the gaping void of loss and despair, a hollow ache that refused to be filled. The pain of their betrayal cut deep, leaving scars that would never fully heal.
As I wept, lost in a sea of sorrow and regret, one thing became clear – I had to find a way to avenge the ones I had lost. I had to make those responsible pay for the devastation they had wrought upon my life. And with a heart heavy with grief and determination, I vowed to seek justice for the ones I had loved and lost
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Black Magic
Mystery / ThrillerA woman in the 19th century curses her husband with black magic, she doesn't know the exchange of that, it might end her whole bloodline.
