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Chapter 128: A Spring Without Flowers
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... own the cold stone until he hit the floor, his regal posture collapsing into a heap of expensive silk and raw, unadorned grief. The madness had evaporated, leaving behind a man who looked suddenly, terrifyingly hollow.
"Truly, Olivia?" he asked, his voice barely a tremor. "Is that all I am in your eyes? A mindless beast who only values his wife for the heat of her bed and the fruit of her womb?"
Olivia didn’t answer with words. She moved with a ghostly stillness, sinking onto t ...
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