POWERLESS
He stormed in, eyes locking onto my red face, trembling and crumpled on the ground.
He rushed to my side, lifting me carefully, his fingertips grazing my cheek in horror.
“What did she do to you?” he asked, voice trembling with fury.
“Alex—” Drew stammered.
“Shut the hell up,” he snapped. “I’m talking to my wife. Darling… what happened?”
Before I could even speak, Gratia sauntered out of the kitchen, swirling a glass of wine in her hand with casual elegance.
“Oh, calm down,” she said, her lips curling into a cruel smile. “Your dear wife just tripped and fell.”
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