Novel Full Chapter 1087 Prophet
Chapter 1087: Chapter 1087 Prophet
Marissa’s hands trembled on her lap.
She took another deep, shaky breath, trying to calm the storm inside her chest.
She thought of her daughters, of the trust they had placed in her over the years, of the love that should have been pure and untouchable.
And now that love felt fragile, cracked, and vulnerable—like a delicate vase dropped to the floor.
"I... I’m so sorry, Lea," she whispered again, the words nearly lost in the silence of the room.
"I don’t want to lose you, or your trust. I can’t promise I’ll never make mistakes again... but I can promise I’ll never stop loving you. Please... try to understand. Please try to forgive me, even if it’s just a little."
The room fell silent, the air heavy with unsaid words, with shock, hurt, and an overwhelming tide of emotion neither of them could yet untangle.
And Marissa stayed there, sitting in her chair, trembling, ashamed, and hoping against hope that her daughter’s love for her could somehow survive the truth.
A bitter, mocking laugh escaped Lea’s lips, a sound so sharp it seemed to cut through the opulent stillness of the kitchen.
She leaned against the marble countertop, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge, her body a taut line of furious tension.
"What is it, Mom? What is the grand, cosmic secret I’m missing?" she began, her voice dripping with a sarcasm that barely masked her hurt.
"What does Ross have that Dad doesn’t? Is it just... that?" She let the question hang, poisonous and heavy in the air.
"Is it really that life-altering, that earth-shattering, to have Ross’s giant cock buried deep inside you? Is that the magic key that makes you forget your husband, your family, your own daughters?"
Marissa flinched as if struck, her hand flying to her throat. "Lea, stop it this instant! You have no idea what you’re saying!"
But Lea was a dam that had broken, and the torrent of her anger would not be contained.
She pushed off the counter, her eyes blazing. "Maybe Chelsea and I should just try it for ourselves. Maybe that’s the only way we’ll ever understand! It seems to be the family trend, doesn’t it? A whole dynasty of women, all tripping over themselves to fall for the same man. First Karen, then you... who’s next? Are we just checking off a list?"
"How dare you!" Marissa scolded, her own voice trembling now, not just with anger but with a profound, gut-wrenching fear.
Her mind raced, painting a horrifying tableau: her husband’s kind, trusting face crumbling as he discovered not just his wife’s betrayal, but a conspiracy of silence and desire that included his entire family.
He wouldn’t just be devastated; he would be utterly annihilated, his entire life’s foundation exposed as a lie.
The image was so potent she felt a wave of nausea.
This wasn’t just an affair; it was the potential destruction of their entire world, and she was its willing architect.
A long, suffocating silence descended upon them.
The cheerful ticking of the digital clock in the room became a torturous metronome marking the death of their previous normalcy.
When Lea finally spoke again, all the sharp-edged anger had bled out of her voice, leaving behind the raw, vulnerable plea of a frightened daughter.
"Is there no other choice, Mom?" she whispered, her back still turned. "Can’t you... can’t you just leave him? For good? For us? For Dad?"
The reply was instantaneous, a reflex born of something far deeper than mere want. "I can’t, Lea. I can’t."
Marissa’s answer was so swift and absolute it stole the air from the room.
There was no pause for consideration, no pretense of a moral struggle.
The truth, ugly and undeniable, was out.
She wasn’t trapped by Ross; she was enslaved by her own need.
The memory of his possession was a fire in her blood, a primal craving that had rewired her very soul.
The thought of returning to the bland, comfortable intimacy of her marriage was not a return to safety, but a sentence to a life of gray, aching deprivation.
She was addicted, and the drug was Ross—not just the physical thrill, but the intoxicating sense of being truly, wildly desired in a way she had forgotten was possible.
She had chosen her addiction, and in that single, breathless reply, she had chosen it over her family.
"I understand, Mom. You may leave now. I’ll need some time to think about this... whether I tell Dad or not. Please lock the door after you go." Lea’s voice was calm, measured, but there was a firmness in it that Marissa couldn’t ignore.
It carried the weight of someone setting boundaries—someone who had just glimpsed a side of their parent they hadn’t expected.
Marissa stood frozen for a moment, searching for words, but none came.
How could she explain herself when even she knew she had crossed a line?
Her mind raced with excuses that felt hollow the moment she thought them.
She opened her mouth, closed it again, and finally realized there was nothing to say that could make things right this time.
Lea’s eyes held hers steadily, a quiet challenge in the way she waited, patient yet unwavering.
Marissa felt a pang of guilt, sharper than she had anticipated, tightening her chest.
She wanted to reach out, to say something—anything—but the words dissolved in the weight of her own shame.
Without another word, she nodded, a small, defeated motion, and turned toward the door.
She hesitated for a fraction of a second, glancing back at her daughter.
Lea was already sitting upright, composed yet distant, like a wall she couldn’t breach.
Marissa exhaled slowly and stepped out of the room, the sound of her footsteps muted against the floor.
When the door clicked softly behind her, she realized how final it sounded.
She lingered in the hallway for a moment, her hands trembling slightly, before moving on—leaving Lea to her thoughts and the heavy silence that now filled the room.