PopularNovelChapter 198 Ex-Wife: Chapter 198: The Wounds That Shape Us Angels POV "Wilson madam, regarding Mr. Blake's family that we discussed earlier, you may not know the full truth," David said, lowering his voice further as the speedboat out through the Mediterranean I shifted Ethan's sleeping form against my shoulder, careful not to wake him as I leaned forward.
"What do you mean?" "Did you know that M Mrs. Blake committed suicide s shortly after relo "What?" The word escapedas a gasp. "Suicide?" David studied my reaction carefully. "I see you truly didn't know." My heart skipped a beat. I had heard about Charles Blake's very public affairs, but the fate of Christopher's mother had never been discussed in our circles.
Was it because of... that English dance performer?" I asked, recalling vague society gossip from years ago. David nodded, lowering his voice further. "Yes. In fact, that so-called dancer was actually an exotic dancer. When Mrs. Blake discovered the truth, she suffered a complete mental breakdown and took her own life." I stared at him, stunned. "I had heard about his father's scandals... but I never knew they involved such people, or that they led to such tragedy." The boat engines hummed steadily beneath us as I processed this revelation. The afternoon sun glinted off the water's surface, creating a stark contrast with the darkness of our conversation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDavid's eyes darted toward the guards at the bow before continuing That's not all, Ms. Wilson. Before her suicide, Mrs. Blake experienced severe mental instability. She... she becviolent toward her son." My breath caught. "Christopher?" Yes She would beat him mercilessly, leaving countless scars. Yet he never fought back, never raised a hand against her." The image of the poised, controlled Christopher I knew contrasted sharply with this picture of a beaten child. Despite everything he'd done, a flicker of sympathy stirred within me.
"It was his grandfather who finally discovered the situation and rescued him," David continued. The very day Christopher was removed from the London apartment, his mother jumped from the balcony." I closed my eyes briefly, the horror of such a childhood washing over me. And his father? Where was he during all this?" Occupied with his new companion. After Mrs. Blake's death, Mr. Blake's grandfather stripped him of decision-making power in the company and began grooming young Christopher as the heir to Blake Capital instead.
"And what happened to the... dancer?" "After a paternity test confirmed her child was indeed a Blake, she was integrated into the family. She gave birth to aughter." Christopher has a half-sister? This was entirely new information to me.
1/2 Chapter 198: The Wounds That Shape Us David nodded. "Soon after giving birth, she becpregnant again. She would often flaunt her position to Christopher, reminding him that her childhen wear his father's true legacy." "How did Christopher treat his half sister?" with complete indifference. Once, during a family gathering, he pushed her down when she approached him. He was fourteen at the time. His grandfather sent him to a boarding school in Switzerland the following week.
The boat engine changed pitch, drawing David's attention. "We're approaching the deeper waters," he observed, moving back to his original position.
Left alone with my thoughts, I gazed out at the endless sea.
The Christopher Blake I had known-the polished, sophisticated financier who had been my friend and support for five years - suddenly seemed like a complete stranger Behind his impeccable manners and calculated charm lay a child who had witnessed his mother's deterioration and suicide, who had borne her rage on his own small body.
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I glanced down at Ethan, still sleeping peacefully against me, and thought of Aria, alone with Christopher in another boat. My fear for her safety mixed with a new understanding of the man who had taken us. па
His actions were inexcusable, but I began to see them through the legs of his trauma-his desperate need to secure what he valued, his pathological fear of abandonment, his distrust of women stemming from the most significant betrayals of his life.
This wasn't just a wealthy man accustomed to getting his way. This was someone driver by unhealthis psychological wounds, making him both more dangerous and more vulnerable than I had realized. While I was lost in my thoughts, a new island gradually cinto view on the horizon.
"We've arrived," David announced, pointing toward the approaching landmass.
I gently shifted Ethan in my arms, studying the rocky cliffs and dense vegetation of what appeared to be an even more remote location than the one we'd left behind.
A troubling question suddenly gnawed at me: had Sophie and Sean found the message I'd left in the previous villa? Would they be able to track us to this new island? The further we traveled, the more difficult it would be for anyone to find us. Chapter Comments I LIKE POST COMMENT NOW
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