chapter seven

VANESSA.

After Dante left me alone in our shared room covered in cum and and wallowing in humiliation, I cried and imagined him in his personal room laughing at my stupidity. This wasn't how my life was supposed to go, I mean I had the Cinderella treatment all my life, so where is my prince charming, because I refuse to believe he's that man who used me like a common whore and left, why does my castle feel more like prison.

I thought about my sister and although I was happy for her I couldn't help the twinge of envy, she took my mate, and in doing so the lie that might have been mine, I would have been happy. But here I was not quite the Luna, but a place holder with a husband who doesn't care. I had a feeling he'd be relieved if I jumped over the balcony. Was I tempted? Yes. Will I do it? No. If he wants to make me miserable then I'll return the favor. It's obvious that I'm on my own in this world. Two can play the game.

A knock on the door interrupted my train of thoughts.

I sat up