The Unwanted Wife He Broke In Rain

in the foyer was heavy, suffo

gripping his hand, looking every inch

eeting," he said, his voice clipping through

ed down

arse grey uniform, scrubbing the marble

ued, his gaze boring into the t

cused on the swirling

vels, Don

ed him. He didn't want a servant; he wanted me to beg. He wanted the old Sera, the one w

. She had died in the

t. The heavy door clicked shut, sealing

asted n

osturing like a queen on a stolen throne. She rang t

table," s

pron, and walked to the table. I reached

ushed the porcelain,

rashed to

red bisque splattered across the pristine white

ock sympathy, her eyes dancing with malice. "Y

ng from the next chair, grinning as he chewed o

egan to pick up the

, his movements quick and erratic, and befo

l for

down onto the j

med instantly, dark and rich, mixing with the red soup

. Shards of fine china were embedded deep in m

is sticky hands. "Mommy

ered. "That is what happens w

ing sn

was a quiet, metallic click in the back of my

too

hitting the pristine floor wi

d towar

must have finally pierced her arrogance, beca

tched higher. "Back off! Or I will

ced my bloody, lacerated hands

wo perfect, crimson handp

oat. "You think because you have his ear, you have his soul. But you do

" she screeched

jagged, a broken

n play the Queen while the King is away. But when he comes back... make sure your s

nting a shaking finger at th

ay, leaving the blood

lled the shards out of my hands with tweezers, stifling every wh

en floorboard. I pulled out the burner phone L

blinked on

idnight on Friday. Be

was the day D

. I looked at the grey unifor

rty-eigh

ours to burn his em

o use fire. I was go

s going to van