Chapter 7: I Don’t Want This Marriage Anymore

[Phoenixa's POV]

My hand was still tingling.

Not a figure of speech. Actually tingling.

That slap had been full-strength—the web of my thumb ached from the impact.

Cecil's head was turned to the side, a clear handprint blooming on his left cheek.

Dilia shrank behind him, her curls plastered mes...

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