From Jilted Bride To Ruthless Queen

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. I stripped off the soaking dress and wrapped myself in a towel, my movements stiff and roboti

ared for years, and he was gently wrapping a bandage around Kiara's finger. The lamplight softened the lines of his face, casting him in a g

l for her. My

es would glaze over when I talked about my work. The impatience in his voice when I called him at the office. The

ater, I found Kiara sitting at my dining table, sipping tea from my favorite mug. She was wearing one of

triumphant smirk. "Good mo

, heading for

that he has to protect from the world." Her smirk widened. "But even the most beautiful vase is just an object. Empty. It's people like me, peopl

ional help," I sa

ith malice. "He told me everything, you know. About the wedding. About how he couldn't bear to see me hurt,

ng glass. "A man who would do that," I said, my voice dangero

cause you lost. You want to see how much

water from the counter. Her movements were swift, delibe

amed, stumbling back as my skin erupted in angry, r

der walked in, his briefcase

utching my leg. For a split second, I saw a flicker of

"I was just trying to make Avery some tea to apologize for last night, and she...

umbfounded by the

for me slowly cooled, replaced by a familiar look of wea

h disapproval. "Was that really neces

f it all making the pain even worse. "Look at my leg

e to prove my fiancée is a bully? Do you have any idea how that makes you sound? You

ho had cheated on my dying mother and then had the gall to bring his mistre

k. I slapped him, hard, across th

rising to his cheek. He didn't e

her pained cry. "Alex, my hand... the o

her up in his arms, his face a mask of concern once mo

in five minutes to take you to get that burn looked at," he s

hey we

my life, a bitter laugh bubbling up in my throat. He was sending his driver

u, Alexander Holt," I wh

eady gone, racing to the side

to the hospital on my own. I wasn't going to wait for him anymore. No