Chapter 23: Elaine Was Sleeping on the Floor

Chapter 23: Elaine Was Sleeping on the Floor

The morning light filtered through heavy velvet curtains, casting a soft golden haze over the opulent chamber. Silk sheets tangled around my legs as I stirred awake, my silver hair spilling like liquid moonlight across the pillows.

There she was—Elaine, my so-called husband, sprawled on the cold marble floor like a discarded cloak, her dark hair tousled and chest rising in uneven breaths. A pang twisted in my gut, unbidden and annoying.

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