Chapter 34
Sienna, realizing the gravity of the situation, turned back to Nathan, her confidence shattering before everyone’s eyes.
“Nathan–Nathan, please!” she begged, running to him. But the floor was slick with champagne and broken glass, and in her haste, she slipped. Her face hit the ground with a sickening thud, blood spilling from a gash on her cheek. She screamed in pain, clutching her face, but it wasn’t just the physical pain that tore at her now–it was the humiliation.
The guests watched In stunned silence, some whispering to one another, others simply gawking at the scene unfolding before them. Sienna, desperate and wounded, crawled toward Nathan, her hands bloodied from the glass. She grabbed the leg of his trousers, her voice a pitiful wail. “Nathan, don’t believe her! I–I did it because I love you! I only wanted to keep you with me–I love you, Nathan! Please, don’t leave me!”
But Nathan didn’t even look at her. His face was a mask of disgust. “Get off me,” he growled, kicking her hand away. Sienna yelped as she fell back into the shards of glass, her body trembling in agony.
She let out a frantic scream, her voice breaking, “Nathan, you promised! You said you’d love me
forever! You can’t treat me like this!”
Nathan’s voice was cold, unrecognizable from the man I once knew. “I said I’d be good to you because you saved my life, Sienna. That’s all it was. But now? Nothing holds true anymore. You’re nothing to me.”
Nathan’s expression softened, guilt replacing the anger in his eyes. He reached out to me, his voice
thick with regret. “Grace, please… I’m sorry. I misunderstood you. Let me explain.”
Issca slapped his hand away before it could touch me. “Don’t touch Grace!” Issca snapped, his voice
trembling with anger and pain.
I acquiesced to Issac’s behaviour and just watched Nathan indifferently from the sidelines. This
man, who had so easily turned against me, was no longer worthy of my love. The weight of his
betrayal was heavy, and in that moment, I realized there was no going back.
Nathan opened his mouth to speak, probably to plead further, but before he could say anything, a
shadow moved between us.
Issca’s wolf appeared, his presence was a wall of protection. Without hesitation, he shoved Nathan
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aside, making it clear where his koyables lay
“You don’t deserve to hold Grace Isca said firmly, his voice steady and unwavering, “out”
Nathan’s face twisted in anger, his pride stuny by Issca’s words, “I don’t deserve it? And you think you do?”
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