After that, Artha
Arthur’s dinner table was no longer a debate between meat or vegetables; it was mostly a balanced mix.
I ate most of the meat, and he’d occasionally take a small bite.
Lalso stopped being fixated on high heels. My shoe rack now held more comfortable shoes that I liked.
On Chloe’s wedding day, I returned home with Arthur.
It wasn’t really for her wedding, but because my parents w
were getting old, and they were going to announce her as the successor at Chloe’s wedding.
No matter what, I was still their daughter. Out of courtesy, I had to make an appearance.
Chloe, the bride, was the first to approach me.
“Oh my God, Audrey! My eyes have truly been opened. You left Damian and replaced him with this kind of shifter? Are you giving up on anake–banding?”
Her words sounded sincere, as if she w
were trying to offer comfort, but I could see the undeniable gleam of triumph and excitement in her eyes.
I ignored her thinly veiled jabs and just answered her first question.
“Arthur is wonderful. I’m very happy with him.”
Blake, the young master standing next to her, scanned me up and down and scoffed.
“Just as the r
rumors say. That small frame. No wonder your snake–shifter didn’t like you.”
Arthur clenched his fist, about to react
But a dark shadow flashed past, opened its mouth, revealing long, sharp fangs, and pounced.
h a severed tail.
It was a snake with a
Chloe screamed in terror and lunged forward, grabbing the snake and flinging it away.
But half of Blake’s face was bitten open, two long wounds stretching from his eye to his jaw, a truly chilling sight.
I looked back at the snake lying on the ground, A snake–shifter with a severed tail, if not treated immediately, could never fully shift into a human again..
I recognized that scales–it was Domlan.
an still fixed on me, dazed.
His gaze was
But I knew Chloe was a skilled snake–tamer. That throw just now had been forceful. He was probably dying.
Chloe’s white wedding dress was stained red, and she burst into desperate soba.
This draw the guests and my parents, who were inside, rushing out in a chaotic crowd.
Seeing a crying Chloe and a collapsed Blake, my mom’s colorless face instantly flushed red. She pointed a finger at my nose and began to yell, “Audrey Miller, you troublemaker! You either don’t come home, or when you do, you cause a disaster!”
The surrounding guests, hearing this, also began to whisper and point
Just like in the past, no matter what happened between Chloe and me, as soon as Chloe cried, they would immediately side with her without asking for explanations
Every time I tried to explain, it would be dismissed
