Chapter 77: Does not forget, does not forgive

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Unfolding in Chapter 77 of "(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!": Chapter 77: Does not forget, does not forgive Finally able to breathe past the anger and... Keep reading!

Chapter 77: Does not forget, does not forgive Finally able to breathe past the anger and fury that pounded in his chest, Cass stumbled out of his office, and down the two damn intersections to his bedroom. Like he had promised, Sam was inside, tidying up, the basket on a slightly lower table then his normal bedside table, and an outfit laid out on his bed. Sam had opened the windows, letting in the late afternoon, early evening light and it took some attention away from the garish colour scheme of the room. Cass tsked, not at him, but at what he had lost during the day when he had planned to go into town. Sam, who heard him, slowly frowned. "Is something wrong, my Lord?" He asked and Cass sighed. "I’m just not happy with how the day went today, that’s all." Cass told him before he moved towards the bed. "I have a few tasks for you to do, but after that you’re free for the rest of the night till the morning." Cass told him and Sam nodded. "What would you have me do?" Sam asked as he began to help Cass undress for the night. "Well, I still need to contact the banks, so we’ll have to get someone to come to the mansion. I also need the heads of the main merchants in the area to come for an impromptu meeting. I need to speak to them about my investments, and what they plan to do with their companies. It will be there first time knowing that I am their secret backer, though I am sure that they thought someone from the Blackburn’s was supporting them. We also need to talk to a contractor, preferably not the one who worked on the mansion originally because they were clearly in the pocket of my grandfather." Sam nodded. "Of course. You will also need to remember you have your monthly issue as well starting in three days." Sam warned and Cass jerked. "Three days? It’s that soon?" Cass asked and Sam nodded. "It is very easy to track. I have the calendar you gave me that you had been using to track it since you became a man. As usual, I will make sure I only enter once a day to drop off food, and if you don’t eat food for two days I will call for Sir Forsythe and we will come check on you." Sam told him and Cass swallowed. Holy shit. What the fuck was he about to experience? He couldn’t ask Sam, since he didn’t want to reveal that he was still missing memories. Everyone behaved as if he had gotten them all back, and Cass didn’t want to correct that. "I had hoped I had a few more days." Cass muttered quietly and Sam chuckled. "Well, I know it is quite inconvenient, but maybe you might be able to get some reading done? You have told me before that sometimes they aren’t so bad. Let us pray that this is one of those times." Cass narrowed his eyes at Sam. "You believe in the gods?" He asked. Sam hadn’t really given him any vibes that he was a believer. Sam hesitated, looking very uncomfortable for a long, long moment. "I...believe in some. We can’t come from nothing." Sam said carefully and Cass laughed. "Well, fair enough. I’m not criticizing you for believing in a higher power. I am just surprised, Sam." Cass told him, and Sam relaxed immediately. He finished helping Cass get ready for bed and gathered the clothes he had been wearing in his hands. Cass was now dressed in a loose fitting white, flowy top, and loose fitting white pants that were held up by a drawstring. Basically an oversized shirt and sweatpants, but far more flimsy. It felt like linen, but not quite. It was the other outfit he needed more help to get out of then the new outfit that he needed help getting into. Fuck, it felt like some of the energy he had been building up over the last few days had been zapped today, add on all of the weird shit that had happened, the two fucking Male Leads that he wanted to punch the lights out of, and the secrets that had been revealed because he had a dragon in his employ. The rage hadn’t settled, and Cass was going to have to recall some of the rage lessons that his Sister had forced him to attend when he was in highschool. That, or try to have a talk with Lord Blackburn. Or, he could ignore everything and just read some BL and try to suppress everything. At least for the night. He really shouldn’t be opening another can of worms when he was sure that he needed to relax because he had a long day tomorrow. Maybe he would go to the temple when everyone else was at breakfast so that he could yell at them for what a piss poor job they were doing, and demand an answer on where Lord Blackburn was, because he needed to know if he was dealing with a fragment of a man, or if he had been unknowingly fully occupying someone else’s body while they were still in there. If that was the case, Cass was going to go to the Demon King and like, offer up his services or something. Cause at that point, what was the difference between them if they were trapping someone else in their body and letting someone pilot it. That was the type of shit that people in this time warned that demons did. And Cass was no fucking demon. He was a human, damn it, and he would not stand for it if the gods had made him into anything similar. To lose your ability to control your body? Your free will? Cass had only experienced it a few times, but he had felt like he was losing his mind every time. If Lord Blackburn was trapped like he feared, Cass would cut the deal short and just die. His sister would understand. She would have hated that too. They had spent too long with other people making decisions and choices over their bodies that they both were revolted when others did shit like this. She’d forgive him. "If there is nothing else, my Lord, I will go clean the office and then send a messenger that we trust to go run the errands you need run. The people you want to be contacted will know you wish you speak to them in the morning. Shall I ask them to swing by in the early afternoon?" Sam asked and Cass nodded, crawling into the bed. Damn, it might be fucking hard to look at, but the quality was there. Too bad he couldn’t- "Sam!" Cass, in his excitement, shouted, and Sam flinched. "Yes, my Lord?" He asked and Cass flushed, slightly embarrassed. "I just had a wonderful idea. Instead of having to buy all new sheets, blankets, everything, we could just bleach them. Turn them all white!" Cass exclaimed, excited, and Sam gave him a rather...confused and doubtful look. "You wish to take away the colour of your sheets with...bleach? What is bleach?" He asked and Cass flushed excitedly. "Um, it is something that takes the colour out of things, or takes stains away." Cass explained. Sam blinked several times, before a light went off behind his eyes. "Oh! Are you talking about the new cleaning ingredient that hit the market recently? I thought that was only used for cleaning, my Lord?" Cass shook his head. "Well, if we want to dye the sheets to a different colour, but keep the quality of the sheets, we need to first strip it of the colour it was before. So, bleach." Sam shook his head, smiling. "My Lord, if you wanted to change the colour of the sheets so badly, you should have told me earlier. We have a laundry room for a reason, my Lord, and I am sure that they would love to take the colour out of your sheets. Though I do think that the black is a nice colour, I might agree with everything else. The room can be...distracting." Cass, who was now embarrassed because he didn’t realise that there was a chance bleach didn’t exist, or that they had their own ways to remove colours from items, swallowed and nodded. "Ah, well, I don’t hate the black sheets, but I might like a lighter shade. Something easier to clean, and yes, redecorating the rooms was something I wanted to do. I was just being coy with it when we were discussing changing the rooms around." Cass told him and Sam smiled. "Alright my Lord. Now, is there anything else that you need? Some tea?" He offered and Cass thought for a moment before he sighed. "I feel like you have more important things to do than make me a pot of tea, Sam." Sam’s eyes widened before he shook his head aggressively. "Nothing is more important than tending to my Lord. I am the only one who tends to you directly, and it is a great pleasure to be relied on as such. Do not feel bad about that my Lord. I mean it. I have never been as fulfilled in a job before I started working for you." Sam told him, before his face scrunched up. "That was not a no, so I shall be back with some tea. Get settled in, my Lord, and take a moment to rest. I believe you have earned it for the day, and I will make sure that the guards know not to disturb you." He winked. "Even Sir Forsythe. He will have to wait to report back to you till tomorrow." Sam teased and Cass chuckled as he moved to get into his bed, sighing as he laid back against the pillows stacked against the headboard. "He’s going to be worrying about that all night then." Cass muttered and Sam laughed. "Well, he did abandon his post, even if it was to save innocent children. This much should suffice as a punishment." Cass felt his eyes go wide as Sam closed the door behind him after that comment. He hadn’t thought that Sam even knew that had happened, or that he would hold it over him. Cass wasn’t even really mad at him for what he had done. Innocent kids weren’t called that for no reason, and if he hadn’t been a fool, he could have remained safe too. But if Sir Forsythe had-no. Stop. Don’t feed into that thought. ’Could have’ or ’would have’ eat you alive if you think about them too long. What was done was done, and Cass was fine with the outcome. So what if Draken had to sweep in and save him and he got to know the width of the man’s chest and how squishy his pecs were? That was nothing. He was sure lots of people knew that. Draken had been alive as long as the fucking Kingdom existed, and longer. And so what if Vespertine was a good kisser and knew that something was wrong with Cass more than Cass knew? So what if he also found out that Cass knew he wasn’t human, the man didn’t exactly hide it, and neither did Draken! This was fine. Everything was fine. Cass was going to be fine tomorrow. Just...grab some BL, maybe that one about the demon and dragon, and calm down. Soothe your mind. That was for tomorrow Cass. Today Cass had been through enough. He needed a break now.

Chapter 77: Does not forget, does not forgive

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