By admin The Discarded Wife Became the Empress Novel Ch 4
My body was a canvas of bruises–tender, purple, and raw.
Lillian stood nearby, smug as ever, watching me crumble like a broken ornament.
“If only you had listened to reason,” she said, voice syrupy sweet. “What a pity. But there’s truly
nothing I can do for you now.”
She gave a theatrical sigh. “Perhaps next time, you’ll learn a little humility before it’s too late.”
A noblewoman stepped forward–the Chancellor’s wife, I recalled–and without hesitation, struck
me across the face. Once. Then again.
“Insolent little wretch,” she hissed. “Strutting around like you’re still someone of worth. You think noble blood excuses disgrace?”
“You’ve brought this on yourself.”
I stared at her, jaw clenched, fury boiling behind my eyes.
These people–every last one of them–would pay for this.
“Let me up now,” I growled, “and I might grant you a quick death. Keep going, and I’ll make sure you beg for it.”
But they were too busy playing the part of loyal hounds, eager to impress a princess none of them
had even met.
They wanted me broken. Humbled. Paraded like a lesson.
Everett shoved me forward, one hand on the back of my neck, forcing me to my knees. My cheek scraped the cold stone.
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And suddenly, it was as if I was back there–years ago–when he forced me to kneel at Lillian’s
memorial. Forced me to beg for forgiveness I never owed.
My vision blurred with rage.
“This is for your own good,” Lillian murmured beside me, crouching as if we were friends. “Perhaps if we break your pride now, the Crown Princess will spare your life later.”
Laughter echoed around us.
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“Still so proud,” someone scoffed. “Perhaps she needs more convincing.”
A dagger pierced my side–shallow, but cruel. Then it twisted.
My scream was guttural, primal. Sweat burst across my brow, blood blooming through the fabric at
my waist.
I had sworn to let the past lie. To bury the ghosts.
But if they insisted on reviving the horrors of my former life…
Then I would become the very thing they should fear.
Everett watched me with cold satisfaction. My skin was torn, my dignity stripped, but I still hadn’t
begged.
That enraged him.
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He ground his boot into my shoulder, shoving my face into the dirt until soil clogged my mouth and
nose.
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“Still think yourself noble?” he sneered.
Lillian bent beside me, ripped up a handful of damp earth, and shoved it against my lips.
“There,” she said softly. “You can taste what you’ve fallen to.”
I snapped. Lunged. Sank my teeth toward her hand.
She shrieked and jerked back, then lashed out with a kick to my ribs.
“You should’ve stayed gone,” she hissed.
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“You should’ve killed me,” I spat, blood slicking my teeth. “Because I swear on every breath I have left–if I live, you won’t.”
My voice rang through the clearing like a curse.
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Lillian brushed off her skirts, turning to Everett with cool indifference.
“She’s beyond help,” she said. “We should inform His Highness and let him deal with her.”
Everett gave a single nod.
“Bind her,” he ordered. “Bring the torches.”
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They were going to burn me. For appearances. For favor.
“His Royal Highness approaches!”
A herald’s voice rang out, sharp and clear.
In an instant, the crowd fell to their knees.
Except me.
I lay in the mud, torn silk and blood–soaked laces clinging to my skin.
Crown Prince Fenric stepped into view, his gaze scanning the scene.
Then he saw me.
And something cold and murderous flashed through his eyes.
“Who did this?” he asked.
I forced my head up, the weight of everything pulling me down. My voice was hoarse, ragged–but
clear.
“You could’ve chosen decency. Mercy. Even silence. But you walked straight into your own
damnation.”