EMBER’S POV
“I warned you from the start that marrying that low-class nobody would be your downfall. I had Alphas lined up for you—wealthy, powerful men who could have given you everything. But no, you wanted love.” She spits the word like it’s dirty. “You chose that spineless pig over the future I built for you. So don’t you dare blame me for what he did. You made your choice. You lived with the consequences. It’s not my fault you couldn’t handle the realities of being an omega wife.”
“Handle the— he broke my ribs! He choked me until I passed out! He told me every day that I was worthless and stupid and lucky he didn’t kill me!”
“Then you should have been smarter about managing him.”
The words land like a physical blow. I actually stagger backward.
“That’s your response?” I whisper.
