Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale ` 59 Summary
In Chapter 59 of “Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows,” Halle rushes to Tessa’s side as she struggles with distress. Halle’s maternal instincts kick in, and she vows to protect Tessa from any repercussions, especially from Mr. Wallen. Their bond deepens as Tessa embraces Halle, calling her “Mother,” and they share a moment of understanding. Tessa expresses doubts about her identity, pondering if she and Margaery were switched at birth, which sparks a conspiratorial alliance between the two.
As Tessa contemplates her plans for revenge against Margaery, she observes her sister’s transformation. Margaery, once vulnerable and desperate for attention, has become strong and assertive, honing her combat skills and shedding her previous insecurities. Tessa feels a mix of fear and jealousy as she confronts Margaery, questioning her identity and intentions. Margaery’s newfound confidence unnerves Tessa, who realizes that her previous tactics may not work against her sister anymore.
The confrontation escalates when Tessa taunts Margaery about her impending marriage and the family’s favoritism. However, Margaery surprises Tessa with a bold response, refusing to be intimidated. Instead of crumbling under pressure, Margaery retaliates physically, slapping Tessa repeatedly and leaving her in shock. Tessa’s façade of control shatters as she experiences genuine fear and pain for the first time, realizing that Margaery has become a formidable adversary.
As Tessa is left in the snow, humiliated and bewildered, she tries to explain her intentions to Margaery, but her words fall on deaf ears. Margaery’s mocking demeanor only deepens Tessa’s despair, and the arrival of Joshua adds to the tension as he witnesses Tessa’s distress. This confrontation marks a turning point in their relationship, with Tessa’s manipulative games failing against Margaery’s newfound strength, leaving her to grapple with the realization that she has lost her power over her sister.
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**Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 59: Take Her Seriously**
Halle’s heart raced as she witnessed Tessa’s distress. Without a moment’s hesitation, she rushed to assist her, lifting the young lady gently but firmly. “Lady Tessa, you mustn’t put yourself through this torment. But since you’ve chosen to call me ‘mother,’ I would move mountains to support you.”
“But you must keep this between us,” Halle continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “If Mr. Wallen or the young masters ever caught wind of this, I’d surely be in dire straits!”
With that, she tenderly brushed away the tears cascading down Tessa’s cheeks, her heart aching for the girl.
Tessa wrapped her arms around Halle, pulling her close in a fierce embrace. “I understand, Mother,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.
Halle patted her back gently, her expression softening with reassurance. “Do not fret, Tessa. Whatever trials Mr. Wallen devises for you, I will shield you from them. He won’t suspect a thing.”
A spark ignited in Tessa’s eyes as a thought crossed her mind. “Halle, do you ever think it’s possible that Margaery and I aren’t truly twins? What if someone switched us at birth?”
Halle’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What?”
In an instant, understanding dawned upon her. “Ah, I see what you mean. I won’t let Margaery outshine you!” A shared smile passed between them, a silent agreement forming as a plan began to unfurl.
With urgency in her step, Halle departed, leaving Tessa alone with her swirling thoughts.
Seated by the window, Tessa clutched a handkerchief tightly, her gaze fixated on the snowy landscape outside.
Sooner or later, she vowed, she would send everyone in the Chancellor’s estate to the depths of despair.
And her first target would be Margaery.
By the time Margaery concluded her sword practice, the sun loomed high in the azure sky. The brisk wind had kissed her cheeks with a rosy hue, but the heat of her exertion enveloped her like a comforting blanket.
Just as she turned to head inside for breakfast, Tessa appeared, flanked by two maids.
“Margaery,” Tessa called out, her voice carrying an undertone of urgency.
Margaery, wrapped snugly in a luxurious mink coat, halted at the entrance of Gracewind Garden. She instructed the maids to remain outside, closing the gate behind her with a soft click.
Her gaze fell upon Margaery, and Tessa felt a shiver run down her spine.
She had changed.
It had only been a handful of days since that fateful incident in the woodshed, yet Margaery seemed like a completely transformed individual—no longer the Margaery Tessa had once known.
Gone were the days of chasing after Raul and the other young masters, begging for their attention with tears in her eyes. She no longer fretted over receiving the same privileges as Tessa, and astonishingly, she had aligned herself with a circle of formidable individuals.
Now, she was even honing her combat skills.
It was almost unbelievable.
‘How could she have morphed so drastically in such a short span?’ Tessa pondered, her mind racing.
“You’re not really Margaery, are you?” Tessa squinted, suspicion dancing in her gaze as she scrutinized Margaery’s expression.
At first glance, Margaery might have appeared delicate and fragile, but Tessa’s keen eye caught the steely resolve lurking beneath the surface. This girl was anything but weak.
In her past life, Margaery had been blissfully unaware of Tessa’s malevolent intentions upon arriving at the Chancellor’s estate.
By the time the truth dawned on her, it was nearly too late. Tessa had already set her sights on eliminating her.
The rationale behind Tessa’s initial target was simple: she believed Margaery was the one Raul and the other Wallens cherished the most.
Thus, taking her out first would inflict the deepest wound.
Yet, fate had twisted in unexpected ways. Instead of Margaery being the favored daughter, the Wallens had showered affection upon Tessa, leading to Margaery’s downfall—their own kin.
But this unexpected turn of events only bolstered Tessa’s sense of triumph.
By then, Margaery had lost the trust of everyone around her.
This time, however, Tessa’s malice and cunning were emerging much earlier than in her previous life—like right now.
Margaery sheathed her wooden sword, fixing Tessa with a chilling smirk. “Whether I am truly Margaery or not is not for you to determine. But the fact that you are not a true daughter of the Wallen family? That is undeniable. You have been an imposter from the very beginning.”
Tessa hadn’t anticipated such a direct confrontation.
Panic surged through her as she felt her advantage slipping away, her eyes widening in alarm.
Just as Tessa began to flounder, Margaery’s demeanor shifted, her smile returning. “But really, who cares? The Wallen family was never my true family anyway. They can have you. You’re more suited to them. Birds of a feather, after all.”
“Margaery…” Tessa’s frown deepened, confusion flooding her thoughts. “What do you mean by that?”
“Take it at face value,” Margaery replied dismissively, turning to stride back inside.
This nonchalance only fueled Tessa’s desire to retaliate.
With determination, she stepped forward, grasping Margaery’s sleeve, her voice tinged with urgency. “You really don’t care? Father said that once I marry Dominic, they’ll recognize me as the legitimate daughter. And you? You’ll be banished to the Clan Court, then sent off to the Laundry Bureau or perhaps even the Labor Division.”
Margaery turned her head, her expression unfazed. “And what of that?”
“Your own family will be the ones to ruin you,” Tessa taunted, a smirk curling her lips as she aimed to provoke. “Last night, the palace matrons arrived. Lady Alicia commissioned them to craft my wedding dress, and even my jewelry is being fashioned by the palace artisans.”
“But you? They only managed to find two random embroiderers from outside the estate.”
“Margaery,” she pressed on, repeating her previous tactics, “from this moment forth, not only will you find no place in the Chancellor’s estate, but even the Minister’s estate will have no room for you. It will only be me.”
Her words dripped with sarcasm and derision, each syllable laced with mockery.
In her previous life, Margaery would have succumbed to tears of frustration.
Tessa would have relished the moment, flashing a self-satisfied grin while feigning a stumble, ensuring that Raul would punish Margaery, painting her as the one unable to tolerate others.
But this time, Margaery’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile.
Before Tessa could fully comprehend the shift, Margaery seized her by the collar, unleashing a flurry of slaps—left, right, and back again—without holding back in the slightest.
The sharp sound of slaps echoed through the courtyard, followed by Tessa’s piercing cry. “Margaery, why are you hitting me?” she wailed, genuine fear lacing her voice.
This time, her sobs were real. Tessa was no longer pretending.
Her face throbbed, swollen and stinging as the icy wind intensified the pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the metallic taste of blood in her mouth.
She had never imagined that Margaery would dare to strike her.
This was the first time Margaery had ever laid a hand on her, and Tessa was left utterly bewildered.
Outside, the two maids burst through the gate, rushing in with alarm. “Lady Margaery, why are you hitting Lady Tessa?” they exclaimed, their voices filled with shock.
Margaery shoved Tessa into the snow, a mocking smile playing on her lips. “Yes, I hit her. What of it? Go tell Father this is merely a gesture of courtesy for someone who came begging for a beating. Father always says I should indulge Tessa, but if she’s going to act so arrogantly, wouldn’t it be a disservice to not take her seriously?”
The maids stood frozen, mouths agape, utterly speechless.
Tessa was left in a state of disbelief, unable to articulate a single word.
This was the first time Margaery had ever confronted her with such boldness, throwing her own words back in her face with such audacity.
She had never anticipated that the last encounter at the rockery would mark the end of her ability to toy with Margaery’s emotions.
This time, she had lost—completely.
Tessa scrambled to her feet, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed, “Margaery, I only wanted to check on you. I heard it’s freezing here, so I thought maybe you’d want to come stay with me for a while. You…”
“Oh, how thoughtful of you,” Margaery replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she raised her hand threateningly.
Tessa instinctively recoiled, genuinely fearful that Margaery might strike her again.
Just then, Joshua appeared, his expression shifting from curiosity to concern.
“Margaery, Father asked me to tell you to move to his place. It’s too cold here…” He trailed off, his gaze landing on Tessa, who was now a vision of distress, her face swollen and her mink coat dusted with snow.
Joshua froze, eyes wide with shock. “Tessa, what happened to your face?”
Conclusion
In the aftermath of their confrontation, Tessa’s carefully constructed world began to crumble around her. The sting of Margaery’s slaps echoed not just on her cheeks but deep within her psyche, shattering the illusion of control she had wielded for so long. The raw pain of betrayal mingled with the bitter realization that her manipulations had failed miserably. Tessa, once the puppet master, now found herself ensnared in a web of her own making, her attempts at dominance unraveling before her eyes. As she stood there, tears mingling with the snow, the weight of her own malice pressed heavily upon her heart. The girl who sought to crush Margaery’s spirit was now the one left vulnerable, exposed, and utterly defeated.
Meanwhile, Margaery emerged transformed, no longer the fragile figure Tessa had once dismissed. Instead, she radiated a newfound strength that left Tessa reeling. The dynamic had shifted irrevocably; Margaery was no longer a pawn but a formidable adversary, one who had found her voice and her power. With Joshua’s arrival, the reality of Tessa’s isolation became painfully clear—she had alienated herself from those who might have stood by her side. As she looked into Joshua’s concerned eyes, the gravity of her actions settled in. Tessa’s quest for recognition and revenge had led her to a precipice, and now, with Margaery rising like a phoenix from the ashes of their rivalry, Tessa faced the haunting truth: the whispers that once shaped her distant tomorrows had turned into a cacophony of her own making, drowning her in despair.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter of *Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows*, readers can expect a dramatic escalation in the rivalry between Tessa and Margaery. The seeds of conflict have been sown, and with Tessa’s plans to undermine Margaery now laid bare, the stakes have never been higher. As Tessa grapples with her unexpected vulnerability following Margaery’s bold confrontation, she will be forced to confront the reality of her situation. Will her cunning schemes hold up against Margaery’s newfound strength and resilience? The tension is palpable, and the air is thick with the promise of betrayal and retribution.
Moreover, the arrival of Joshua introduces a new dynamic that could tip the scales in this fierce sibling rivalry. With his loyalty to both sisters and his growing awareness of their tumultuous relationship, Joshua may find himself caught in a web of deception and familial loyalty. As he navigates his role in this unfolding drama, readers will be left wondering whether he will side with Tessa, the cunning manipulator, or Margaery, the fierce warrior who has finally found her voice. Prepare for revelations, unexpected alliances, and the unraveling of secrets that will keep you on the edge of your seat. The next chapter promises to be a whirlwind of emotions and power struggles that will leave readers craving more.
