Her face paled, her mouth opening and closing like she couldn’t believe I wasn’t screaming or sobbing.
“You can’t mean that. You’re angry, that’s all—”
“Anger fades,” I said softly. “But disgust stays. And right now, I can’t stand the thought of being his wife when all he ever wanted was you.”
Her tears stilled. Even she couldn’t cry through that.
“So congratulations, Loriana. From this moment on, you can have the title, the pity, and the man who bleeds for you. Be his wife. Be his everything. Just remember... you earned it in blood.”
Her hand flew to her mouth, eyes brimming again. “Rosie…”
But I was already walking away.
“I hope he survives,” I said without turning back. “Not for me. For you. Because I’d hate for you to lose your prize before the ink even dries.”
The door closed behind me with a soft click.
And that was the moment I knew... whatever love I’d had for Dominic died on that operating table long before he did.
When I got home, I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I just sat on the floor with a stack of papers and started sorting through our things.
Bank cards. Jewelry. Property papers. All of it.