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The Dragon Lord's Rejected Wife

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 924    |    Released on: Today at 10:34

e Winte

air. A flicker of hurt crossed his fa

guised mockery. "Is your way of handling this to ask

f guilt and impatience. "Delphine, it's

d it. The grea

urns of enemy flame could not be healed by any herb in the borderlands, and my shattered guards lay dead around me. I should have died in that snow. But Beryl-a D

the bleeding, the broken bones of a fallen dragon. The rest, the Dragon Core he said was "nearly" shattered, his own dragon's constitution must have clawed back from

cribed her bravery, her gentleness. I lis

heart. And then I realized my heart was alread

destroy our five-year marriage? You destro

can take her as my second partner! Delphine, among dragon-k

t him off. "It is a rare thing, and a shame

nally snapped. He pulled a scroll fro

h the golden sigil of the Dragon God. I re

y petitioned the King and received his permission," he announced, his voice dripping with condescension, trying to crush me with the

Command. It was a death sent

uly laughed, so hard tha

ered. "What are

gaze turning cold. "Erwin Ward, have you forgotten who pulled

ly gold? Whose dowry allowed you to maintain the facade o

fired made his

waited for five years like a widow, only for you to bring home a pregnant mistress an

e years of humiliation an

astard, and you expect me to be grateful for the arran

ords, his face a mottled mess of red and

hine,

r. My voice was quiet, but it held the

ock and disbelief. In his mind, I had

the air crackl

marriage that we had truly fought. And it was

e, but I just turned my back on

from him woul

ming the door so hard the win

e. I slowly sank to the floor, a

ushed in, helpin

are you

ing's Command lay there like a venomous snake, its golden si

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The Dragon Lord's Rejected Wife
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“For five years, I held House Ward together with my own two hands-a Dragonless wife managing an ancient dragon-blooded estate, counting the days for my husband to come home from the war. He came home with a pregnant mistress on his arm and a son who wore his eyes. He petitioned the Dragon King to make her his legal co-consort, and entered their bastard into the bloodline registry as his heir. His family doted on the boy and treated me like a ghost-until the boy shoved a bowl of scalding soup onto my hand at dinner. "A Dragonless woman is worthy of a physician's time?" the matriarch sneered, hugging the grinning child. So I summoned my own physician. Paid from my own gold. And I smiled. Because I finally saw the game they were playing. I handed every key and every ledger to his clueless mistress-the very ledgers that prove House Ward is a gilded, crumbling shell held upright by my dowry alone. I accepted his co-consort. But I set one condition: the Rejection Ritual. A severance more final than divorce. They think I'm surrendering. They don't know I've already lit the fuse. Let the glittering house burn. I'm done being his wife.”