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A Psychopath for a husband?

Author: Censia
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-24 19:32:46

“What’s the point of vows if they’re read in pain?”

Noel’s hand trembled as the blade slipped down his sleeve. The letter opener was slick, cool against his palm, its weight feather-light…useless really, but in that moment, it was everything.

His last hope.

Jean was standing at the altar with that infuriating calm. That wolfish stillness that always came before he struck.

The torches crackled. The waves thundered below. The stars above blinked as if turning away.

Do it. Now.

Noel stepped forward, smile carved into his face like glass.

“Say ‘I do,’” Jean whispered.

Noel tilted his head sweetly. “Burn in hell.”

He moved.

The blade swung.

Jean caught his wrist.

Fast. Precise.

He squeezed.

The letter opener clattered to the stone floor.

Jean’s eyes changed in that instant.

The calm shattered.

And what looked back at Noel wasn’t the quiet madman he’d grown used to…it was something unhinged. A storm let off its leash.

Crack!

Noel’s face whipped sideways from the slap. The sound echoed like
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