His Forsaken Mate's Ultimate Cold Awakening

Chapter 8

Word Count: 704 | Released on: 28/07/2026

as the moldy black bread and freezing water. The fever ravaged my body, baking my skin

ngly sharp. To lie here and wait was to die. I

of the Sterling Manor was beginning to fracture. I heard the distant, shrill screams of a ch

latile pup was terrorizing the manor. Genevieve had zero patience for screaming children, and

They just didn't

ped in, holding a scented silk handkerchief over her nose as if the room reek

e wall using my shoulders. Both of my ruined arms lay uselessly on my lap, but my

h false sweetness. "Have you repented your vicious sins to the

th in my battered lungs and spoke, my voice a ho

om this day forward, I, Elara Hayes, officially resign

lid off her face, replaced by ut

. "They are no longer my concern. Since the Dowager and the Alpha deem me a vicious, incom

s, I had absorbed his malice, cleaned up his messes, and exhausted my magic to hea

r aristocratic facade crumbling entir

I correc

e manor. Leo had bitten a tutor to the bone and smashed Genevieve's priceless Ming vase th

ttered, desperate for leverage. "She will sell your u

st of a smile. "A dying woman has no energy to mourn a maid. But tell Genevieve, if I die,

trike me, but the sheer, unearthly coldness in my eye

shut, I closed my ey

ter, the door b

burly guards. Behind him, a servant carried a tray

n the fi

estral medicine box was back in my hands, th

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“I married Julian Sterling to take my dead sister's place, acting as a free nanny to his ten-year-old son, Leo. But when Leo maliciously pushed me into the freezing lotus pond and then fake-cried, Julian didn't even look at my drenched, shivering body. He scooped up his son and harshly scolded me for lacking the patience and dignity of a mother. As punishment, my mother-in-law forced me to kneel all night in the freezing family shrine. Meanwhile, Julian sat warmly in the parlor, chatting intimately with his childhood sweetheart. The icy water and freezing night gave me a deadly fever. Instead of calling a doctor, they locked me in my room with only a cup of water and a piece of rock-hard black bread. They wanted to slowly, legally starve me to death. When Julian finally came to check on me, it was only to throw a heavy book at me in a drunken rage, smashing my wrist. "Who told you to move? Always making a scene!" Looking at my bruised wrist and his disgusted eyes, my heart went completely numb. I finally realized his promise to "take care of me" was a pathetic joke. I was just a disposable tool meant to rot in this gilded cage. I stopped crying. I secretly used my own herbal remedies to cure my fever, walked out of that room, and looked at the man who thought I would submit forever. "Julian, let's separate."”