He Called Me Weak, Now I Hold His Fate

Nadia Tears of joy dotted my vision as someone brought a bouquet of flowers to him. And suddenly, I became self aware.What kind of a wife didn’t bring gifts for her husband?I suddenly realized the heavy decor in the room. Expensive balloons. Flower arrangements. My gut clenched in guilt. All I had was bad news.I was starting to feel even worse when more flowers got delivered but then the words “Love, T” caught my attention and I frowned in confusion. And suddenly, I started to look at the rest of the room.“Love, T”“Congrats! T”Why was T everywhere? And Who the hell was T?All these gifts were from one person. I was still trying to make sense of it when I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. “Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention, please.” when everything quietened, he continued, “This is the definition of a miracle.” I joined the media to clap in admiration, clearly forgetting about the T issue.Greg was all smiles, his radiance was alluring.Even

Nadia Greg has always loved the idea of having kids, it was the one thing he always talked about.The one thing we had in common.“What?” He asked and I swallowed. This wasn’t how I wanted to tell him about our miscarriage.I stepped forward, my legs wobbly.“That was why I was late to your report. I left the doctor’s office and it was bad, Greg,” my voice shook uncontrollably.“This miscarriage was really bad, I may not be able to…” quiet sobs escaped my throat and my shoulders started to shake. I reached out to Greg for comfort but suddenly, a small smile spread across his face.He evaded my hug and threw his hands up in the air like he’d won.“Thank Goddess!” He shouted. Thelma laughed. I stood there, arms outstretched and horror plastered on my face.“I was beginning to think, it wasn’t going to work,” he said to Thelma and she nodded in agreement.That what wasn’t going to work?I looked at Greg in confusion and shock and pain.“You needed to focus on helping me heal. I don’t kn

Nadia I gripped the edge of the bed as my vision narrowed.Greg couldn’t possibly wipe out an entire clan! Who was he to have such power.Varic saw the disbelief on my face and scoffed “you think I’m lying, don’t you,” he asked and I couldn’t hide my annoyance.“Why wouldn’t I?” I fired and he laughed and started to even go further away from me.I stood up on my feet, surprised by my own strength “Greg isn’t capable of such things. He’s just a normal guy with some amount of wealth, he would never,” he scoffed and my voice raised “because why would he need to!?” I was infuriated by the accusation.“Because he wanted the daughter of the best seers! He wanted you and he didn’t want you to go back to your parents after you realized that he was the second son of King Andor,” My world reached rock bottom.It was my turn to laugh “like I wouldn’t know if the man I married was my clan’s sworn enemy,” “Like how you knew your marriage was fake?” He asked and my lips pursed.“Look, I have noth

I was still in my chair, my skin prickling under the weight of the stranger’s stare. The crowd around me had eased back into their rhythm—soft laughter, music, the clinking of glasses. The man stood poised, calm, and even pleasant but something about him made my stomach tighten into knots. His smile was polite but it didn’t reach his eyes. He wore a well-tailored suit with a few top buttons on his shirt undone. His face was sharp, clean cut, with a faded scar running along his jaw. His hair was dark brown with streaks of white, combed back so precisely it almost looked perfect. It was his eyes that made my pulse slow. Steel grey, cold and soulless. They didn’t just look at me—they studied me, judged me. There was no warmth in them, just a quiet unreadable stillness that made me uneasy.“What did you say?” I croaked out. My voice betrayed me as I tried to hide the shock I felt at his words.“Forgive me,” he said softly, bowing slightly. “I didn’t mean to startle you. You looked like you

That night, I couldn’t sleep. The fire in the room had long since faded into a glowing ember, but the heat in my chest remained. I lay there, staring at the ceiling. I hadn’t moved in hours, and my body groaned with exhaustion, but I still couldn’t get myself to sleep. Varic’s words kept echoing in my head. It played on a loop since I left him. I grunted, kicking off the covers before sitting up. My eyes lazily moved to the large window adjacent to my bed and the sky was still dark. “Why can’t I just fall asleep?” I said to myself in frustration. Silence followed making me feel all the more terrible. Everything about the night, the room, the walls, and this place made me feel so tight—suffocated. Even the night gown I wore felt too unfamiliar, like I was wearing someone else’s skin. I needed air—space. I needed to do something that wouldn’t make me feel like I was slowly losing my mind. With my mind made up, I took the robe one of the maids had draped over an armrest and stepped out