# Chapter 23: The Seal of the Heart
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 23 of *“Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down”* — a chapter where love battles fury, where guilt gnaws at a protector’s soul, and where a ghostly mother reveals the final secret that could change everything. So, sit back, and let’s dive into the storm of emotions that is *The Seal of the Heart*.
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The air in the room was thick with unspoken rage. Alessandro stood like a statue carved from ice, his eyes burning with a cold fire that promised destruction. The moment he saw the marks on Abril’s delicate skin — those red, angry traces seared like a cruel sunset — something inside him snapped.
“Tell me who did this to you,” he demanded, his voice low and fierce, like the rumble of a volcano about to erupt.
Abril placed her hand gently over his knuckles, trying to calm the tempest brewing within him. “Lessan, please calm down,” she whispered. But how could he be calm? How could he stand idle while the woman he swore to protect bore the wounds of his failure?
“How can I calm down after seeing that you have been hurt?” He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath shaky. “Tell me who did this to me. I swear, I will make them pay.”
Abril hesitated. She knew that if she told him the truth, a raging scandal would follow — Alessandro would not rest until he had torn apart whoever dared to lay a hand on her. But she also knew that hiding the truth would only feed his fury. So, with a heavy heart, she told him everything. Every detail. Every horrifying moment when those monsters surrounded her, when she felt their claws raking her skin, when her own resolve wavered.
Alessandro listened in complete silence. Not a single word escaped his lips, but his face betrayed the storm inside. When she finished, his jaw tightened, and through clenched teeth he growled, “I will kill Vritra Venobich.”
Abril saw the murderous intent swirling in his eyes. She knew that look — it was the look of a man ready to burn the world down for her sake. So she did the only thing that could reach him. She kissed him. Soft, sweet, tender. Then another. And another. Like gentle rain quenching a wildfire. Each kiss melted a little of the fury, until the fire in his eyes softened to a deep, aching love.
She caressed his cheek and looked into his eyes. “I will be fine. It was nothing serious.”
“No matter how small the damage you receive is, I hate that they hurt you, Aby,” he said, his voice breaking. “And I hate myself for not being able to protect you — even when I promised I would.”
Abril squeezed his hand. “Lessan, you already do. You take good care of me.”
“It’s not like that,” he insisted. “If I was doing it right, you wouldn’t be like this right now.”
Her skin began to cool, and she felt the chill of her damp clothes clinging to her body. Alessandro gently helped her out of the wet fabric. For a moment, his eyes lingered on her naked form — and he saw the red marks scattered over her white skin, like burn scars left by a merciless sun. His heart clenched. He took a soft robe and wrapped it around her with infinite care, as if she were made of glass. Then he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
“You better call a doctor,” he said softly.
“I don’t think it will be necessary. I’m fine.”
“Still, I want to do this,” he said. “I’ll be calmer if they check you. It’s the only thing I can do for you right now.”
Abril knew that guilt was eating him alive. No matter what she said, he would keep blaming himself. So she nodded. “If that makes you feel calmer, then okay.”
Alessandro turned toward the door, and suddenly a wave of fear washed over Abril. She didn’t want to be alone — not after what she had seen. But she didn’t want to burden him either. So she simply whispered, “Please don’t be long.”
“I won’t. I’ll be back soon.”
When he left, he ordered a servant to summon the doctor. He also sent a message to the wizard tower for Sirius to come at dawn. Then he returned to the room, and the moment Abril saw him, her expression softened with relief.
“I’m sorry I took so long,” he said.
“Don’t worry.”
He pulled up a chair beside the bed and sat close to her. Her skin was still red, and he decided he would not sleep beside her that night — he was afraid he might hurt her in his sleep. So he took her hand instead, cradling it like a treasure, and said, “The doctor will come right away.”
Abril tried to distract herself. “Lessan, how did the meeting with the generals go?”
“Good, although many are afraid to participate in this war,” he said, caressing her cheek. “Nobody wants to fight monsters. But Cassian helped me convince them. Don’t worry.”
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Why are you apologizing? This is all my father’s fault.”
She looked down. “Do not apologize for your father’s actions. You have done nothing wrong. In the past, I made the mistake of hating you just for being his daughter. Now I regret having done that. If I had the chance, I would go back in time and not make the same mistake again.”
Alessandro leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “We cannot change our past, but we have changed our future. I swear this will not happen again. I love you, and I only want to protect you and cherish you.”
Just then, a maid knocked and announced the doctor’s arrival. The physician examined Abril carefully, applied cooling ointments to the burns, and left with a promise that she would heal soon.
But healing the body was one thing. Healing the soul was another.
That night, Abril struggled to fall asleep. Every time she closed her eyes, the images of those monsters clawed at her mind — their ragged forms, their hungry eyes, the terror that had frozen her blood. Alessandro stayed by her side, stroking her hair with gentle, rhythmic movements, until sleep finally claimed her.
And then, in the hazy world between dreams, Sophia appeared again.
She kept her distance, but her ghostly eyes were full of sorrow. “I’m sorry, my girl. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” Abril said. “I hesitated, and my doubt got you hurt.”
“That’s not how it is. My girl, I only want your well-being and your happiness. And I know that as long as Vritra is alive, you will never be happy. He will never let you be.”
Sophia stepped closer and took Abril’s hand. “Abril, you must awaken your power completely and defeat your father so you can be happy.” She placed her hand over Abril’s heart. “My little one, the most powerful seal you have is here. To release all your magic, you must break it.”
“And how do I do it?”
“To break the seal, you just have to wish for it with all your heart and with all your strength.”
Abril’s chest tightened. “And when I do... what will happen to you?”
Sophia smiled, a sad, beautiful smile. “I am already dead, my girl. I have only stayed to protect you. But when that day comes — when you break the last seal — you will not need me anymore. And I will leave.”
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That was the heart of Chapter 23 — a promise wrapped in pain, a secret buried in love, and a sacrifice waiting at the end of the road. It was breathtaking, heartbreaking, and deeply moving.
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**Reader's Impressions & Star Rating:**
This chapter is a masterpiece of emotional tension. Watching Alessandro struggle between his rage and his tenderness made my heart ache — he is so fierce, yet so vulnerable when it comes to Abril. And Abril herself is no mere damsel; she is a woman carrying the weight of a destiny she never asked for. The revelation about the seal in her heart is both hopeful and terrifying, because it means that to become powerful enough to defeat her father, she must lose the ghostly mother who has guided her all along. That sacrifice hangs over everything like a cruel shadow.
I loved every scene — the kisses that calmed a storm, the quiet vulnerability in the bedroom, the haunting dream conversation with Sophia. It is a chapter that whispers to your soul. The writing is immersive, the emotion is raw, and the ending leaves you desperate for more.
⭐️ **Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars**
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**Next Chapter Prediction:**
Now that Abril knows the final seal lies in her heart — and that breaking it will cost her Sophia’s presence forever — I predict that in the next chapter, she will struggle with that impossible choice. Will she hold onto the ghost of her mother, or let go to gain the strength to destroy Vritra? Meanwhile, with Sirius summoned and the generals readying for war, the stage is set for a confrontation. My guess is that Alessandro will uncover something about Vritra’s plans — perhaps a secret that turns the war into a much more personal battle. And Abril may soon face a moment where she must decide: cling to the past, or burn it away to forge her future.
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