Jilted Dragonless Wife? The Genius Alchemist!

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so your sinews can stretch-so it

hed. The scent of dragon's breath

e. The scent of the Pace f

ife was pressing down on my w

at, drowning out the ache. This

avyn Pace, returned from war. The n

oat ti

ough the night, trembling with nervous hope, he threw me out of our

ould do this to me. He had take

e floor. In front of the entire household, he kicked me, again and aga

ated by my mother-in-law, Lady Pace, to punish me for the s

t was all to make room for Gavyn's

f the estate, where even the servants could curse me and

tred cut through

t let it h

hen came the footsteps-heavy, rhythmic, each

dragon pressing down on the air itself. His scent seeped through the cracks-that familiar reek

top the co

y head. I moved to the dressing table, my hands steady. From a hid

iled to stop the consummation, it would be eno

e on the table. A vicious plan bloomed in my mind. Isab

gilded cage in my past life-rushed in. Her eyes widened at

isper. "Spill some of that perfume

me, confused.

s. This is an order. After Gavyn comes in, tell her maid that Lad

uld embellish. "High fever" w

old hatred I no longer bothered to hide

ned duvet up to my chin. I forced my breathing to even out,

icipation, but with the sharp

s stopped ou

le turned with

n the cold blade hidd

his broad frame a dark silhouet

had enter