Aurora
Leon heaved a deep sigh, looking as if he were on the verge of a breakdown. He stretched his hand toward mine and gently touched it. “Aurora, I should start by apologizing to you for what happened at the opening ceremony.”
“You should,” I cut him off. “I texted you and got no response, Leon. Then I started receiving threatening messages from a stalker—including a photo of Miss Hart and Noel. As if that wasn't enough, I ended up in the car of an assassin and was almost shipped out of Averne City without my son. You weren’t there. Instead, you were with your new bride.” I rolled my eyes at my last words, the jealousy oozing out of me. “And then, fortunately, you came just in time to save my life, which I am thankful for.”
There was no hiding it; I was jealous of Sasha. Just when
