Elara POV
I rushed inside my room in rage, my chest rising up and down as I paced around in a circle.
Each step made me feel suffocated by the air looming around me.
I was f*****g pissed off.
My mind couldn't stop drifting back to how he was looking at her, smiling and even going to the extent of feeding her with the same goddamn food I dished out for him...Like, how?
How stupid and disrespectful could that be?
He disrespected me.
That was a slap in my face.
He neglected my presence, like I didn't exist. He knew we were betrothed; he knew I was the woman for him, so why would he disrespect me to this extent?
"f**k it!"
I spat out, roughly grabbing my hair in a fist, my lips pressed into a thin line. That f****d-up doll couldn't come here and rip away what I
