The Unwanted Wife's Cold Comeback

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Filthy. Disgusting. They clung to me, heavy and suffocating. My face fel

ugh sliced through

es white against the bedsheets

ine white dress, looking like an angel of death. "So pathetic. Your hu

" I asked, my voic

alse sympathy. "I heard about your little 'accident' in the prison cell. Such a shame you had to go through that." She leaned

he rough hands, the cold floor, t

s stinging my eyes. "Why

ok what was mine. Her inner voice, a venom

wife for his family. And even that, you're failing at." She scoffed. "What do you have, Alina, besides your family's name? Nothing. You have nothin

.. did you arrange for those men to attack m

ys does. He loves me, you see. He always has." She paused, her gaze holding mine. "I even made sure he saw enough to conf

you pay. For everything." S

you?" I repeated, the words tasting like ash. "If

if it wasn't for his family obligations!" she shrieked, her voice rising. "He needs a wife f

me. And Fallon knows that. She' s just as much a victim of

bitter strength in my voice. "And he didn't marry you

creamed, her face c

for him, Fallon. A distract

round the room, wild with anger. She snatche

ing!" she shrieked,

ing pain exploded behind my eyes. Warm, thick blood i

umped against the pillows, dizzy and disoriented. "I'll m

th the white hospital lights. I could feel

ury, softened. Her eyes widened, glistening with what looked lik

Adrien. I didn't mean it. I swear! I was just so angry. Please, I won't b

ed. Her sudden shift wa