For years, Eldric had been nothing but a frail weakling—so feeble he could barely wring a chicken's neck. Yet here he was, sending Demontae flying with a single kick. If Naviya hadn't witnessed it herself, she'd never have believed it possible.
Even now, the sight left her stunned. How had he suddenly become so strong?
It made no sense, but it didn't matter. So what if Eldric had improved? He'd never measure up to Demontae. The gap between them was too wide. And now that he'd dared strike a Connor? The family would never let this slide. He'd be dead meat.
No, sticking with Demontae was the smart choice. Only he could give her the life she wanted.
"Eldric," she sneered, "don't flatter yourself thinking I have second thoughts about this marriage. Dream on. Wait here—I'm getting the divor
