Ursula's pov
I returned to my family's castle furious and deeply humiliated.
I couldn't believe it: after years and years of relationship, Xavier had had the nerve to dump me. And for whom? For that pregnant b***h I'd seen him kissing in the hallway?
I was truly disgusted.
I tore off my heels, throwing them somewhere in the foyer, and ran up the stairs, stomping my feet: I might have looked like an angry toddler, but I had to vent my frustration somehow.
Everything my family and I had worked for… had been destroyed. Destroyed by a pregnant American slut.
How the f**k could Xavier, the future king, prefer a lost cause that his parents and his court would never accept over me, the obvious choice? Maybe that b***h had put a spell on him?
"Are you back already, honey?"
My mother's voic
