When the Forgotten One-Eyed Luna Rises Chapter 08

When the Forgotten One-Eyed Luna Rises Chapter 08

Skylar began posting long essays online.

The title was written to make her seem wronged.

[A Mistake I Made at Ten, and My Sister Wants Me to Pay for It With My Whole Life.]

She wrote that she had only been an ignorant child back then.

She said she had lived with guilt all these years.

She claimed that the whole family had actually favored me more, and that all she wanted was a little bit of

love.

The photo attached was of her sitting in front of the white piano, tears streaming down her face.

At first, many people sympathized with her.

[What could a ten-year-old child possibly understand?]

[Her sister already got into college and still won’t let her younger sister go. Isn’t that too much?]

[The family favored the older sister, so the younger sister is actually the pitiful one.]

Belly was so angry that her hands trembled, “How can she twist everything like this?”

I looked at the post. I wasn’t surprised.

Skylar had always been good at telling stories. She always knew how to put herself in the position of the most hurt person and wait for everyone to comfort her.

But this time, she wasn’t the only one telling the story.

Soon, someone dug up the purchase record of the white grand piano.

Someone else posted the wolf hospital refund record.

The dates matched. The amount matched.

The three hundred and twenty thousand dollars meant for my surgery had become a piano, master classes, competition dresses, and professional styling.

The direction of the comments began to change.

[You call this a child not knowing better? She traded her sister’s eye for her own spotlight.]

[Her sister originally had a chance to preserve part of her vision. She played piano for eight years while her sister lived in darkness for eight years. What exactly was she complaining about?]

[The most terrifying thing is that the entire family knew.]

Skylar quickly deleted the post. But the screenshots had already spread everywhere.

Royal Fang Academy officially released its decision: Skylar Dawson failed the character review and her admission qualification was revoked.

The day the news came out, she smashed the white piano.

This was something Xander told me later through his messages.

She had smashed it while crying and screaming at Mom and Dad.

“You chose me yourselves! You were the ones who refunded the money! So why are you blaming me now?”

Dad slapped her. Mom stood at the staircase.

For the first time, she didn’t rush over to hug Skylar.

Logan looked at the broken piano keys scattered across the floor.

Suddenly, he laughed. Then he crouched down, buried his head in his hands, and didn’t move for a long time.

The person they had protected for eight years had never truly felt guilty.

And the person they had neglected for eight years truly wasn’t coming back.

I didn’t reply to Xander.

A few days later, he sent me another message. It was a photo of the attic in the old pack house. A dark, closed door.

He said he had locked himself inside for an entire night.

When he came out the next morning, his palms were covered in red marks from hitting the door.

He wrote: [Daisy, I finally know how afraid you were back then.]

I stared at those words for a long time before turning off my phone. He didn’t know what I had been through. He had only spent one night inside that place, but I had lost an eye there.

A few days later, I received a package.

The sender was Xander. Inside was a scrunchie.

When I was young, some members of the pack had mocked my left eye and said it looked frightening.

I had hidden by the stairs and cried. Xander had used this scrunchie to tie up my hair and told me: “Daisy, you’re the prettiest. Don’t be afraid to show your eyes. You’ll always be my most beautiful mate.”

I had treasured it for many years. Later, I left in such a hurry that I forgot to bring it.

There was also a note inside the box.

[You don’t have to forgive me. But can you please remember that there was once someone who truly wanted to protect you?]

After reading it, I placed the scrunchie back into the box.

Then I wrote another note and put it inside.

[You don’t need to return it, and you don’t need to wait for me. Let’s break our mate bond.]

After sending the package back, I deleted Xander’s contact information.

I finally stopped wanting to look back.