"However, you made one major mistake. You severely misunderstood your own position in that man's heart. You believed that because you had forced him into marrying you, you had somehow gained control over him. In the end, that man finally dealt with you."
The bride's expression changed completely. Her eyes widened before narrowing into a furious glare.
"You don't know a fucking single thing."
With those words, she lunged toward him.
This time, there was no desperate longing in her attack and no trace of the hatred she had once held for her groom. Instead, her rage was directed at the story itself, at the version of events Gabriel had just uncovered and thrown back in her face.
Gabriel snorted and immediately raised his hand to defend himself.
The battle began.
Gabriel was a mystic cultivator, but cultivation was not his only strength. He was exceptionally skilled at creating weapons and artifacts by using his mystic energy.
