She wasn’t Wring
Adrian’s POV
Tears welled in her eyes. “Why are you yelling at me? Over something so small? Adrian–we just got engaged, and this is how
you treat me?”
“She was just–just Selene,” she said, her voice rising. “She was nobody. Why can’t I throw away a nobody’s things? I’m your
fiancée. I’m Mrs. Vale. Isn’t that what matters?”
I stared at her for a long, bitter second. “Nobody?” I said, the word like ash in my mouth. “Selene has done more for this family
than most who carry its name. She is not a nobody to the Vales. Not now. Not ever. Do I make myself clear?”
Elara blinked rapidly, like she couldn’t quite process what I’d just said. Her voice came out thin, trembling at first–but she
quickly found her edge.
“Adrian, you chose me. You told your father to get Selene out of the Vale casino entirely. So why are you throwing all of this
on me now? Why are you acting like this is my fault?”
And she wasn’t wrong.
It was me. I had made the choice. I picked Elara. I was the one who stood before my father, pride stinging, and demanded
Selene be removed like she was just some burden I didn’t want to see anymore.
And yes–Elara humiliated Selene at our engagement party. But I was the one who gave her the power to do it.
I let her.
I turned to Elara. “Where did you throw her things?”
She blinked. Didn’t respond.
