The Incubus System Chapter 934. It Is What It Is

The Incubus System Chapter 934. It Is What It Is

I let out a long sigh, feeling the weight of my emotions pressing down on me like a ton of bricks. "There's nothing to be sorry about, Olivia," I said, my voice heavy with resignation. "It's just..." My words trailed off as I struggled to articulate the turmoil swirling inside me. "It's just who they are," I finally managed to say, the bitterness evident in my tone.

It was true—I had long since given up trying to make sense of my family's dysfunction. Their betrayals and manipulations had left scars that ran deep, wounds that still throbbed with pain even now. But as much as it hurt, I had reached a point where I no longer had the energy or the desire to dwell on the past.

"I've got enough on my plate as it is," I continued, my voice tinged with exhaustion. "I don't have the luxury of wasting my time and energy on people who don't deserve it." It was a harsh truth, but one that I had come to accept through trial and error.

There was a time when I had harbored hopes of fixing things, of reclaiming the normalcy that had been ripped away from me. But with each passing day, those hopes had dwindled, replaced by a sense of resignation and acceptance. The world I lived in now was far from normal, far from the idyllic life I had once dreamed of.

"It is what it is," I muttered, the words feeling like a mantra of sorts—a reminder to myself that some things were beyond my control. I couldn't change the past or undo the mistakes that had been made. All I could do was learn from them and move forward.

And so, with a heavy heart and a weary soul, I had resigned myself to the reality of my situation. I had seen too much, experienced too much, to ever go back to the way things were before. But in a strange way, that knowledge had set me free, allowing me to see the world through new eyes and forge my own path forward.

"Did your mom act like that before? I mean when you were little?" she asked, her voice soft with concern.

I shook my head, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "No," I replied, my tone heavy with sadness. "She was different back then. I don't know what changed her, and honestly, I don't want to know. I don't want to delve into her mind again and unravel whatever twisted thoughts lurk there."

Olivia nodded in understanding, her expression sympathetic. "It's okay," she reassured me. "The past is the past. Just because one of our parents betrayed us doesn't mean we have to let it ruin us, right?" Olivia's question hung in the air, the weight of her words stirring up memories I had long tried to bury.

I nodded in agreement, grateful for her words.

"Oh right, since you've come, I'll go out to tell the servants to prepare food for you and call my mom," she said, her voice tinged with urgency. Olivia made a move to leave, but as she started to pull away, I found myself tightening my grip on her hand, a silent plea for her to stay. Olivia's steps faltered, and she turned to look at me with a questioning expression, silently asking why I hadn't let go.

"It's rare for us to spend time together, mind accompanying me longer? Lunch can wait," I blurted out impulsively, my voice carrying a hint of desperation. I locked eyes with Olivia, silently pleading for her to stay a little longer.

Ever since Olivia had discovered my intimate relationship with her mom, our interactions had become strained. We rarely found ourselves alone together anymore.

She frowned, her expression filled with concern as she stepped closer to me. "You've never said something like this before. Did something happen?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.

“Nothing,” I hesitated, unsure of how to explain the tumultuous thoughts swirling inside my head. "It's just... things have been complicated lately," I admitted, my words coming out in a rush. "With everything that's been going on, I feel like I haven't had a chance to really talk to you, you know?" 

After hearing Ruby's confession, a whirlwind of thoughts stormed through my mind. Suddenly, I found myself questioning everything, especially my relationships with the women in my life. I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that I needed to know more about them, to understand their thoughts and feelings on our unconventional arrangement.

Sure, they had agreed to the contract, willingly entering into a relationship with me. But was that enough? Did they truly understand the weight of the responsibility that came with loving someone like me? And more importantly, were they happy?

I couldn't help but wonder if our love was enough to sustain us in the long run. Love wasn't just a fleeting emotion—it was a constant journey of growth and nurturing. And while I loved them with all my heart, I couldn't shake the fear that one day they might regret their decision to be with me, or worse, feel empty and unfulfilled.

"Hey, are you okay?" Olivia's voice cut through my swirling thoughts, snapping me back to reality. I blinked, realizing that I had been lost in my own world for a moment.

I met her gaze, the weight of my question heavy on my tongue. "Olivia, are you happy with me?" I blurted out, the words tumbling from my lips before I could stop them.