Too Late, My Dragon Lord Ex

Chapter 2

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tin'

Tower groaned open, piercing the dead

Standing at the entrance was Collin, dressed

, extending a hand toward me as if he were

ndescension. "Five days in the dark should be enough to c

recoiled as if he were something infe

air, the mask of gentleness on h

still throwing a tantrum?" Col

el wronged. But it was for your own good. You were acting completely feral

. "By locking me in an actual tower for the i

ou would be more understanding of my difficul

been for Ansley? She was terrified by your outburst, yet she still dragged her frail body to manage

ent wave of nausea c

been completely f

had used the Treasury's resources to buy off the elders an

was stealing my power and paving the

ding before me, praising the woman who would ev

wing in my eyes. "When we get back, you should properly thank her. Apologize for yo

face, and the bone-deep hatred within me

pocrite. I walked past him, heading straight for

looked incredibly relieved. He hurried to catch up, intendin

We were so close I could smell the faint scent on him-the sce

ated me. Now, it just

almly, my voice vo

to go home?" His smile retu

es, speaking each word slowly and clearly,

g ceremony. There is no

stantly. "What are

my lips, "I want to dissolve the contract.

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“I was locked in a lone obsidian tower for ninety-seven days by my fiancé, Dragon Lord Collin Fleming. He claimed I was mentally unstable and needed protection, but it was just a pathetic excuse to dissolve our Dragon-blessed marriage contract for a pitiful widow named Ansley Wyatt. In my past life, I foolishly believed his lies about fulfilling a "life debt" to her and stepped aside, hoping he would remember my sacrifices. Instead, he forced me into a humiliating Rejection Ritual for her sake. I was cast out by my family, became the laughingstock of the entire aristocracy, and was left to rot in the slums. Eventually, I died of sickness on a cold, wet night, watching from afar as Collin and Ansley held a grand, magnificent wedding at Fleming Castle. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand. My family's wealth had saved his exhausted Dragon-crystal mines, and I had given him my absolute devotion. Why did my loyalty earn me a damp cell and a miserable death, while his shameless betrayal was celebrated as a noble romance? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day he came to the tower to collect me. Looking at his perfectly crafted mask of guilt and tenderness, I sneered and completely avoided his outstretched hand. "Get your three thousand gold coins ready, Collin. Our engagement is over."”