My Fiancé Betrayed Me, So I Became His Uncle's Contract Wife

ef should have broken her. Instead, those two words burned thr

y miraculously ceased. She didn't cry. Instead, he

her cane. She hooked it with the toe of her shoe, flicking

s the glass of champagne Ashton

ac

g the cane with all the strength she could summ

ed, splashing all over Ashton's expensive

n horror before her gaze flew to Camila. "You psych

, dripping with ice. "No matter how expensive it is,

didn't look at Camila. He rushed to Ashton's side, hi

red, his eyes filled with disappointment and accu

it was being methodically shredde

ing. Tears welled in her eyes instantly. "Leo, I'm sc

time, it was aimed at Ashton's lying face. "You're scared? Where

nt had been too convenient, too clean. Ashton was the only one wh

, something flickered in her eyes-surprise, fear, or

"Car accident? What are you talking about? I think your eyes

er hand raised to slap her. "I'll teach you som

ht the cane up to block th

't stop

tightly and pulled her back,

is strength. She stumbled backward, her back slamming

elding her as if she were a precious jewel.

gust. "Ashton is my wife now. She is the lady of the

. Each word was a fresh cut. She had o

form, Ashton shot her a look

looked at the perfect couple before her, and the last lingering embers

eliberate. She smoothed the front of her simple dre

art into for five years, was no longer h

utterly devoid of emotion. "Leo Montgomery," she said, her

, her back straight, her steps measured and unwavering. Her lone figure was a stark co

knob when Ashton's voice, silky and venom

over, do you? About that '