Chapter 3
He’d used full force. I hit the floor. He didn’t spare me a glance.
He went straight to Seraphina, tenderly checking her cheek. “Better?”
Seraphina whimpered, burrowing into his chest. “My fault… I ruined her blanket.”
Callahan’s eyes flicked to the mess. “Burn it.”
“NO! It’s all I have left of Mom! I’ll wash it! Please don’t!”
He knew. He knew I needed that quilt to sleep, to chase the nightmares away.
He ignored my plea. To a maid: “New Mrs. Thorne moves in. Toss all this old trash.”
CRASH!
Our wedding portrait smashed to the floor. Swept out like garbage.
Yet his vow echoed: “I, Callahan Thorne, will love only Elara Frost, all my life.”
As flames licked the quilt, I dove for the fireplace. Grabbed the burning fabric with bare hands, smothering it against my body.
Blisters erupted instantly.
Callahan was beside me in a flash, grabbing my wrist, eyes blazing.
“Does it hurt?”
Seraphina suddenly gasped, clutching her stomach. She pointed at the open urn on the dresser. “I’m allergic to dust! Why’s she bringing chalk home?”
“Cough! Callahan, help!”
I lunged. “STOP!”
But Seraphina’s foot kicked the urn. Ashes scattered.
Rage, pure and blinding, consumed me.
I flew at her, grabbing her hair. Eyes bloodshot. “You did that on purpose!”
“Bitch! Your whore mother stole my father! Now you steal my husband!”
Seraphina screamed. “Callahan! She’s crazy! She’s killing me!”
I choked her. Callahan’s kick sent me flying.
I landed hard. A warm wetness spread beneath me.
I crawled, desperately trying to gather Mom’s ashes. A crimson trail marked my path.
Tears fell onto the ashes. “Mom… I’m sorry… so sorry…”
Then, Callahan snatched the urn from my hands.
He dumped Mom’s ashes into the toilet.
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Whoops! My Revenge Plan To Trash EX Worked Too Well!
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WHOOSH!
The flush roared in my ears.
I knelt, frozen, staring into the bowl. Then I looked up at Callahan, eyes burning red. “Callahan Thorne… I will NEVER forgive you! NEVER!”
Shock, then a flicker of pain, crossed his face. Just for a second.
Seraphina held up a clump of hair I’d torn out, sobbing dramatically. “Look what she did! I won’t have your baby! I’ll get ugly!”
Callahan scooped her up, soothing. “Never, princess. You’re the most beautiful girl. Always.”
His eyes found me, cold as death. To a maid: “Scissors.”
He stood over me, tilting my chin up. “Elara. Did I spoil you too much?”
He pressed the blades to my scalp. Snip. Snip. Snip. Cutting my long hair like worthless weeds.
Just yesterday, he’d stroked it, whispering, “I love your hair, Elara.”
He stopped only when my scalp was bare, patchy stubble left.
He tossed the scissors aside. Turning back to Seraphina, he kissed her hair reverently. “Still feel ugly?”
Seraphina beamed, her eyes triumphant as they met mine.
“Pfft. Look at her. What a clown!”
