In the aftermath of the tumultuous event that had unveiled Krissan Jarrett as Deyonjay Stone’s wife, a palpable tension hung in the air of his stronghold. The echoes of Krissan’s fury reverberated through the corridors, a stark reminder of the fractures that had emerged within their forced union.
Alone in her chambers, Krissan paced restlessly, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The image of Amelia’s betrayal played on a loop in her mind—the audacity of the woman who had dared to provoke her, the fury that had driven her to violence, and the cold indifference with which Deyonjay had observed the spectacle.
She paused before a mirror, her reflection a testament to the storm raging within—a mask of composure concealing the turmoil beneath. Her hands clenched into fists, her nail
