Braelyn's POV
"Stop making up things Braelyn. What happened to the woman I married?"
He ruined her. He killed that woman the day he made me know this marriage meant nothing to him.
My hands trembled at my side. My eyes went cold. "You would not believe no matter what." I calmly said. My sudden claim startled him.
"You don't have to be so dramatic..." He hissed, "What if she tore an old picture? It was just a picture that didn't warrant your reaction. What if she died?" He smoothly turned everything
I was the one who was overreacting, and maybe he was right. "It was just a picture indeed," I replied then glanced at Amelia with a soft smile.
"I hope you get well soon." I genuinely wished her with a warm smile before turning. Raphael reached for my hand to stop me, but was stopped by Lucien.
He didn't say anything but her strong grip on Raphael's hand said everything. "She can't just leave like that. " Raphael spat.
