Fatal Perfume
Queenie hissed through gritted teeth, "You said you'd treat me well for the rest of my life, Preston! I even agreed to trade my fate with Helena for you! How could you just toss me aside and return to this wretched woman?"
Preston sneered contemptuously, snarling, "You should go take a good look at yourself in the mirror! Who in their right mind would find you attractive now?"
That insult was the final blow, snapping Queenie's last thread of sanity.
She let out a hysterical roar and whipped a paring knife from her coat pocket, yelling, "I've been reduced to this hideous, inhuman state because of you, Preston! You think you can just walk away from the mess you made, huh? You can forget about
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