Chapter 59

Chapter 59

-: Flashback :-

"You've been distant lately...Is everything alright?" Lyanna asked her husband who was deep in thought. The fairly old man nodded, somewhat distracted.

"Are trades going smooth?" She decided to change the course of the conversation. He nodded again.

"You think making small talk would get my mind off of what you have done?" His tone was cold and demanding. It sent a shiver down Lyanna's spine. She struggled to find a proper answer and with a gulp, feigned innocence.

"I don't know what you are talking about", her voice came out shakier than intended.

Francis Belle abruptly got up from his seat, the sudden loud sound of the chair scraping against the marbled floor filling the chamber. Lyanna resembled a lamb anxiously awaiting slaughter.

With a couple of long strides he reached a cupboard. Taking out a bottle of his favourite Whiskey, he poured himself a glass. The rich taste coated his tastebuds, somewhat reminding of the bitter events at hand.

" I know I am a lousy husband. I always have been." He exhaled from his nose, all emotion gone from his eyes.

"But that shouldn't have given you a reason to sleep with another man."

Lyanna closed her eyes and sighed, her head throbbing in pain. Her lack of reply made Francis continue.

"Our first born is almost Thirty years of age. And here is his mother, aloofing with some government scum."

"He isn't scum", she looked offended. It only fueled Francis'rage.

"Any man having illegitimate relations with a lady twice his age, is considered 'scum'."

She shot him a dangerous glare that said 'You are crossing lines'. It was astonishing to see how she had no remorse for infedility. Francis regretted marrying her.

"If you accept your sins and plead mercy, I might forgive you. If not, I will end this marriage and send you back to your 'precious' scum."

"You will do no such thing! I have been your wife for the last Four decades! You can't rob me off my rights!"

"I'm not robbing you off your rights. I'm denying you any share of my estate and fortune. It will all go to my children. But you? Never."

Tears of frustration built in Lyanna's eyes, her fists turning white from the vice grip she had on her chair.

"Now, my dear wife, do you plead mercy?"

"No."