Chapter 114 – Cedric POV
Fucking bitch.
I lean against the tree, panting. Every breath burns. My ribs scream. My mouth tastes like blood and humiliation.
She really wanted me dead.
Daphne.
That insufferable brat with her high-and-mighty eyes and that damnable strength. What kind of woman kicks like that? What kind of woman wins?
I press my hand to my side. Something's broken. Definitely fractured.
But I'm alive.
I drag my gaze to the carriage—and there she is. Evelyn.
She stands in front of the door like a guard dog, eyes blazing, her hair disheveled and her dress stained with dirt and sweat. She looks at me like I'm filth.
So dramatic.
I smirk, ignoring the pain.
"I saw you dragging her here," I say, voice rough but laced with venom.
"Why is she the one in that state when she's the one who did this to me?"
She flinches—but not with concern. No, she looks disgusted. Good.
