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Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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The situation spiraled out of control, and the guests started flashing their phones, taking pictures.
I was just a woman fighting a battle alone, and it didn’t take long before I found myself at a sharp disadvantage.
Fortunately, Edward’s parents were embarrassed enough to try to stop the fight.
“Please! We’re in public! This is our children’s wedding!” they cried out.
“Don’t try to stop me! I’m gonna fucking kill this bitch today for fucking with my life!” Harry howled. He had completely lost control.
Suddenly, Cameron shouted, “Stop it! Maddie’s fainted! Somebody help us!”
Harry froze mid–attack, shoved me away, and lurched toward his precious daughter. “What happened?! Somebody call goddamn 911 right now!”
The crowd around me dispersed, and Maddison became the center of attention again.
Edward panicked. He ran to her and scooped her into his arms. “Maddie, Maddie! Listen to me! Stay with me, okay? We’re getting you to the hospital right now!”
Iwas in a disheveled state. My cheeks burned and stung, but watching them caught in the chaos and the ruined wedding made me feel a strange satisfaction.
It felt so good to be hysterical.
Satisfied, I grabbed the mic from the host. “Hello, everyone Apologies for the drama, but to balance it out, please enjoy the food and beverages I’ve meticulously prepared for you all. I wish you an unforgettable evening.”
I turned and walked out.
I exhaled deeply in my car, glancing at the small mirror atop the steering wheel to inspect my injuries.
My cheeks were red, but I still looked pretty good. My hair was a mess, but a quick combing with my fingers would make it presentable again. 1
I was used to Harry’s physical abuse.
I had already entered my rebellious teenage phase when he married that homewrecker after divorcing my mother, and it had provoked a demon inside me.
I had made their lives hell. Getting beaten and punished had become normal.
Honestly, a few slaps were mild in comparison. I had endured belts, books, and kicks–those were worse. I credited my tenacity for surviving it all.
Edward had been kind to me when we first met. He had shown me warmth, something my family had never given me. I had assumed I had found a home.
I didn’t expect that “home” would turn into such a cruel, painful hell.
I took a moment to calm myself, then reached for my phone in my pocket.
My finger brushed against something soft.
I frowned and pulled it out. It was that handkerchief. I had forgotten to return it.
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Quick question: which gentleman in this day and age would leave home with a handkerchief? Was this some sort of roleplay?
The handkerchief was made of premium fabric.
Anyone in my profession would recognize the quality. It was pure 100% cashmere–a well–known luxury wool.
Using cashmere for a handkerchief? This man had to be tasteful and dignified.
It faintly smelled of musk and pine, reminding me of his voice–cool, even, and gentle, like a breeze through the woods. The man himself had felt like his handkerchief.
There were initials embroidered on the corner: “S. Kenway
Kenway? My father had addressed someone by that name earlier, hadn’t he?
Could it be… the Kenway family of Metropolis? They were essentially the modern–day royalty of the city!
I’d always thought the Kenways were aloof, mysterious, and avoided social events. They rarely appeared in public, if ever!
I had even heard rumors that their younger scion had never been seen in public–some said he suffered from a mysterious illness that kept him confined indoors…
