This year was the worst year.
Father disappeared and was exposed for having an affair.
The younger sister I loved and whom this family was proud of turned out to be a bastard born from Father's relationship with a maid.
Mother had apparently been cursed by Father all this time.
And, Clarissa, the orphan I used to look down on, was actually still alive and had instead become The Healer, arguably the most powerful person in the empire until the Lycan King is chosen. And she was even the one who could decide who the Lycan King would be.
But helplessness had never existed in Edwin Green's dictionary. Those who ruined my life would receive their payback.
In front of me were scattered sheets of paper and several drawings. Those papers contained the dirt on Clarissa, Shannon, and Adrian. The drawings were additional proof.
I would expose everything at Owen's fourth birthday party next month.
