Antalya's POV
The perfectly polished woman in front of me looked like she'd stepped out of a fashion magazine, even in her rage. Her blonde hair was styled in perfect waves, her makeup flawless despite her furious tears. This was Lacie – Dominic's fiancée. Or former fiancée, apparently.
So he had someone else all along, I thought bitterly. He destroyed my life, killed my parents, and ruined another woman's relationship just for his sick obsession.
"Three years, Dominic!" Lacie screamed, her voice cracking. "Three years of planning our future, our engagement ceremony was last month, and you throw it all away for some random girl?"
"Watch your tongue, Lacie," Dominic warned, his voice deadly calm. "She's not some random girl. She's my mate."
"Your mate?" Lacie laughed hysterically. "How
