An Obessesion

The heavy oak door thudded shut behind Xia Mia with a dull, echoing finality that seemed to reverberate through the hushed confines of her bedchambers like a death knell. Leaning back against the reassuring solidity of the polished wood panels, she drew in a ragged, shuddering breath, her slender form trembling with the force of her anguish.

Tears streamed unchecked down her pallid cheeks, her vision blurring until the opulent surroundings blended into an indistinct kaleidoscope of muted colors and soft, mournful shadows. Every fiber of her being felt as though it had been scoured raw, flayed open and left to fester in the wake of her brother's devastating revelation.

Jiang Yukang...married?