Eloise’s breath hitched in her throat as she slowly raised her head, her gaze locking with the man sitting across from her. The weight of his words lingered in the air like a suffocating fog, thick with venom and malice.
“How could I ask her to kiss another man?” Ainsley’s voice was low and deceptively calm, but there was a cruel edge behind every syllable. It sliced through her like a knife. Her heart stuttered painfully as she tried to comprehend the reality of what he had just said.
Ainsley. Her fated mate. The man she had once loved more than life itself. The same man who had cast her aside without remorse.
Now, after all these years, fate had dragged them back together, not in love’s embrace, but in a brutal power struggle. Love was long gone. What remained was raw pain, betrayal,
