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n her face. Her chest rose and fell rapidly

n, silently beggin

outed furiously, "Don't ask me why! Rem

rds pierced through h

appointed my family five years ago. We were waiting for a ma

Sarah. A son to carry the

. She wrapped her arms around herself as if tr

dly. "Don't forget, you were disowned by the Langford family because y

less woman who keeps pitying herself a

ar-streaked face. But Ronan kept talkin

ive years ago. We've been patient enough with a wife who lost her m

as a crazy wife, Sarah. And I've been kind enough not to divorce you back the

shed over her

s world slowly collapsed. Not because of the pain of

ing birth became

n five years ago, right after Rona

rth with joy. They were disappointed. A daugh

ives and high society. They called her a failed noblewoman, unfit to

her. They erased her existence from their lineage. All because o

ow, six years later, they believed she w

haustion. His cold eyes made her feel lik

he said slowly, hi

her eyes swollen, and her wrinkled pajamas made her look fragile. Bu

this world would ever want to pick you up

ned hollow. Every word from Ronan's

clearly tired

t?" he said again, "You always play t

ueen, Sarah. And

n turned and left the room,

filled

ion in the mirror-a broken,

len eyes, a faint spark

d you said, Ronan Vexler

ll make you pay for ev