Redhawk Caldera If heaven is as heaven does then this is hell for sure

Phox felt betrayed. Niamh had given him a choice, but not really a choice. No matter what he had done or how he had reacted, she would have been angry with him. It felt clear to him now. Maybe he should have seen it long ago, but for her to give up on him after over a year of what felt like a good thing made him feel like complete and utter garbage. To pit him against Towhee felt even worse, a sickening turn of his stomach. And then, to take away the children they were to love and cherish.

He had never intended to take another wife after Camilla, and now he knew Niamh would be his last. One had died and broken him, and Niamh now threw him aside for a grudge. He felt darkness and stone grow in his heart. His warmth and love would be reserved only for his children and Towhee. Those who had not betrayed him.

The Regent lay there, physically unable to go after her even as she called and poked heartless fun at his condition. Even when she pleaded with him immediately after. And if he’d been able to? He didn’t know. What he did know was that she was choosing the unknown over him. She was choosing a grudge against Towhee over him. Niamh was choosing herself.