Chapter 12
Later he tracked down my café.
“Lorian, we’re divorced. We have nothing to do with each other anymore.”
My voice was flat, like I really didn’t give a damn about him anymore.
“Saffron, I’m sorry.”
“I know everything now. Wilda’s baby wasn’t even mine… all those bullshit accusations against you, I know about
all of it.”
“The baby wasn’t yours?” I raised an eyebrow. “Then whose was it?”
Lorian rushed to explain“Some damn rich man. Wilda was his kept mistress, got herself knocked up, he dumped
her, so she drugged me and claimed the kid was mine.”
“Saffron, Grandma and I already dealt with her. She’ll never be a problem for us again.”
He slipped a rare bracelet around my wrist.
“Grandma told me to give you this, said I had to bring you home. You’re the real lady of the Vale family.”
[ frowned, immediately took it off, pushed his hands away, and dropped the bracelet into his palm.
‘Lorian, feelings are like this bracelet–once they’re broken,it can never be made whole again.”
‘No matter how much you try for it, the damage never goes away.”
‘Besides, Jareth and I are getting married.Stop bothering us anymore!”
‘Married?”
Lorian felt like he’d fallen into an ice pit, every organ in his body frozen solid then shattered to pieces.
‘Yes!we’re getting married. Stop disrupting our lives!”
‘No, I won’t allow it!”
He trapped me in his arms, kissing me desperately, no matter how much I bit and clawed at him.
I kneed his dick hardly.Then he was taken by an ambulance.
I thought after that lesson, Lorian would finally leave me alone.
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Chapter 12
But I didn’t realize he’d turned into a complete psycho.
He came back for me again.
“Saffron, I can’t fucking live without you…”
He begged pathetically. “Please, just come back to me, okay?”
“Lorian, have you ever thought about how marrying you was already my fault?”
I shook off his hands. “I just wanted to live free and easy. For you, I gave up everything, put on a mask, played the part of the perfect little wife.”
“And what did you do? Not only did you not appreciate it, you knocked up some other woman and expected me to just deal with it. You kept talking about how you had no choice–what fucking choice didn’t you have?”
Getting thirsty from talking, I grabbed the untouched glass of water from the table and downed it.
“Saffron, don’t drink that-”
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