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Married to my Downfall

he tightens his grip on her wrist, his cold, lustful eyes bore into her soul, reminding her of the vows they once exchanged. "You are mine and mine alone," he whispers, his voice dripping with dark possessiveness. But Diara is no longer the broken woman he left behind. She meets his gaze with a defiant grin, her voice steady as she declares, "I have signed the divorce papers, there’s nothing between us." But Kellan, ever the predator, smirks at her defiance, licking his lips in a way that makes her skin crawl. "I have not yet signed the divorce papers," he sneers, "It’s null and void." His words send a wave of disgust through her, but she refuses to back down. She has suffered enough—endured the heartbreak of losing countless children, the relentless torment of the Crownstar family, and the pain of loving a man who only brought her misery. Diara thought she had escaped his clutches, but now he has returned, more dangerous and determined than ever to claim her as his own. He may have broken her once, but this time, Diara is prepared to fight back. She knows that Kellan is a monster, a man who thrives on control and manipulation, and she is ready to do whatever it takes to free herself from his grasp once and for all. As the battle between them intensifies, Diara must confront the demons of her past and the dark reality of her present. In a world where love is twisted into something unrecognizable, she must find the strength to reclaim her life and protect herself from the man who once vowed to cherish her—but who now seeks to destroy her.

SilverSkyla · Urbain
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Chapter 26

When Diara opened her eyes, the cold, sterile lights of the hospital ceiling greeted her. The sharp scent of disinfectant filled the air, and for a moment, she could hear nothing but the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor next to her bed. 

Her body felt heavy, her mind clouded by exhaustion and grief. As her eyes fluttered open, reality slowly seeped in, and with it, the crushing weight of what had happened.

She was alone. Again.

It had been the second time in this hellish nightmare that she had woken up in a hospital, her body bruised, her spirit broken. She was here yet again, something she held dear to her was taken from her yet again.

Diara didn't need a doctor to tell her what had happened. She knew, instinctively, in the hollow ache deep within her, that she had lost the baby. The life that had flickered inside her, the one thing she had dared to hope for, was gone.