Chapter 185 ONE-HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FIVE

Isabelle felt alone.

She couldn't sleep. There wasn't need to, because something else was at stake.

Tears pooled on her pillow, and the wet cotton irritated her skin. Her eyes stung and her nose were stuffy.

With one thought haunting her—did she do the right thing by marrying Alexei?

She tri...

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