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My head almost hit too, but I managed to brace myself. "My ex husband's taste is really low. He chooses a woman like you, fat, ugly, and a maid." She was Irene, Sebastian's ex wife. I tried to stand up straight. "Mrs. Irene, I didn't..." "Don't call me Mrs. Irene. You're not worthy to say my name." She pushed me again, harder this time. "Do you know how long I tried to keep my marriage to Sebastian? Years. But he preferred cheap women like you." "I didn't..."

It explained too much to be ignored. Chris did not see me. He had not for a long time. Maybe he never truly had. With him, attention had always been conditional. Earned. Revocable. I was valued when I was agreeable, when I made his life smoother, when I did not complicate his narrative. Sebastian’s attention asked for nothing. It did not require me to shrink or soften or disappear. Still, the word surfaced, unwelcome but accurate. Infidelity. Even if nothing physical had happened. Even if lines had not been crossed in action. Desire itself was a boundary I had been taught not to approach, let alone step over.

He didn't expect his little wife to be so sensitive to his situation. "Do women on their periods become know-it-alls?" Arsen mocked then, trying to change the subject. Lily just gave Arsen a flat stare. "Just tell me what you want. There's no need to beat around the bush," Arsen decided. "I want you to break your promise to Papa," Lily said, slowly but firmly. "I want everyone to know that I am your wife. The wife of Arsen Sebastian Lewis."

I took a deep breath as an embarrassing news headline flashed in my head. “HEIRESS GETS DISCARDED AFTER CARING FOR HER ILL HUSBAND! DID HER FAIRYTALE TURN INTO MISERY?” “Everyone is here…” I would bow my head in shame for the rest of my days. Now was supposed to be a perfect time to celebrate Semion as a couple with family. A night I looked forward to, carefully wrapping gifts that made my fingers bleed. Yet, he discarded those gifts to the side like trash. “Davina, don't make this hard for everyone. This isn't about you.” He sighed, rolling his eyes in disgust, a feeling I had gotten used to in our marriage.

Sebastian was with Isabella, holding her hand. Another message came in. Look, there’s no place for you at all. They’re the perfect couple. I stared at the phone screen with a blank expression. I knew how much Andrian disliked me and always told me to step back from being Sebastian’s wife. Saying that Isabella was perfect in every way. In the past, I thought that wasn’t true. I always believed I had a chance to be loved by Sebastian. But now, I know the truth. So, I replied to the message:

“There’s a difference between respect and intimidation. He’s been pushy about getting married, and frankly, it’s been irritating. The fact that he zeroed in on the woman I chose after all those months of harassment to get married rubbed me the wrong way.” “Oh, well I appreciate that you stood up for me.” “You are to be my wife. Contract between the two of us or not, I can promise you one thing, Sienna…I won’t allow anyone to disrespect you.” “I’m truly sorry that your position hasn’t afforded you the chance to marry who you want,” I tell him. He scoffs. “Thanks, but there is no one that I want, so it doesn’t matter.” My next words are out of my mouth before I can take them back. “Was it this

“What am I lacking? I am more beautiful than that little tramp! I am of royal descent! You should be grateful that I’m allowing somebody like you to lay with me! Do you know how many men have begged me for a sliver of my attention?! That woman—Nobody even knows who her parents were! She could have been the child of a prostitute, for all you know! She and I are worlds apart! I am better than her in every way! You should feel lucky to have me!” I lift my head. “But you are not her. Leanna is my mate, my wife, and my queen. Not you.” “But she’s dead!” I shrug. “You’re still not a good enough substitute. You can cry about it all you want, but you aren’t half the woman that Leanna is. If anything

“I know I’ve been... preoccupied lately.” “You’ve been in love. It’s allowed.” Marcus smiled. “Jenna is... she’s not like anyone I’ve ever met. She doesn’t care about my money. She doesn’t care about my status. She cares about me. The person.” “That’s rare.” “It’s everything.” He looked at Victoria. “You understand. You have that with Nathaniel.” Victoria thought about her husband—about the way he looked at her, the way he held her, the way he had never given up on her, even when she had given up on herself.

“I told Canice to ruin her hand! I couldn’t endure it anymore. She has taken everything from me. First my parents, now you! And I have cancer eating at my bones. I’m running out of time. I only asked for three months, Lycus! Three months! If I hadn’t given you that rib, my immunity wouldn’t have shattered. I wouldn’t be sick. You promised you’d take care of me. You said it!” My jaw locked. My breath came in uneven bursts. Shame, anger, guilt, tangled until I could no longer breathe. “I never broke that promise,” I said hoarsely. “I married you. I stayed. Why did you have to hurt her?” “She only lost a hand,” Sandra snapped. “I’m losing my life. Is that not enough for you? One hand in exchang

I’ve never wanted to make it official with anyone, well, except Adriana. Even when her stupid, incompetent father had tried to marry her off to me. There wasn’t really confirmation since the wedding never happened. And all the other episodes. We didn’t get married. She hasn’t been given an official title. Now that would change. Tonight, she’ll be the woman on my arm which everyone is curious about. And soon, she’ll be known as my wife. The Lycan queen. My queen. “Let go of me,” Adriana snaps through gritted teeth as she pulls away from my hold. Or should I say, attempt to.