Lysandra’s eyes flicked up.A slow, cruel smile stretched across her lips.“Oh good,” Lysandra said, waving a hand dismissively, “the maid is here. Can you get me another cup of coffee, sweetheart? Damian likes it strong.”Damian didn’t correct her.He didn’t glance at Seraphina.He didn’t defend her.Her chest tightened painfully.She forced breath into her lungs. “I’m not...”“What?” Lysandra leaned back, smirking. “Not useful? Not busy? Not wanted?”Damian didn’t look up.The humiliation was so sharp she felt it in her bones.Seraphina’s voice came out small. “I’ll have the staff bring you coffee.”“Yes, do that,” Lysandra purred, waving her off like a servant.Seraphina walked away, spine straight, head high. But the moment she turned the corner, she collapsed against the wall.She pressed a hand to her mouth to muffle the sound.Her tears came silently, burning down her cheeks as she held her stomach, still unaware yet of the life forming inside.She had loved Damian.Or tried to
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