Chapter 32: He killed her
The path was brown as it was covered with several fallen brown leaves. The servant had raked it earlier on, but this was Autumn when they shed their leaves.
Cedric held Abrielle’s little hands in his hold as they strolled towards the stables; it would have been a quiet, romantic walk if it wasn’t for a psychopath who was holding her hand. His hands were rough evidence of his experience on the battlefield. After all, he was tossed to survive the gruesome world of war at the tender age of 14.
Walking with Cedric at this moment seemed peaceful, but Abrielle was on her guard; this psychopath could flip at any moment without the slightest indication of why.
How she wished divorce was possible, but in this world, the only thing that can separate a marriage is death, especially a royal marriage. Most royals who get sick of their wife normally frame them with treason to get them executed.
So if Cedric found the slightest evidence of her attempted murders her head would be gone. How she wished there was a way to escape racking her brain thinking about how to kill this monster.
"Ouch," Abrielle winched when a sharp pain struck her head. She rubbed her forehead, glaring at Cedric, who just flickered it.
"What did you do that for?" She complained with her blue doe eyes glaring at Cedric. "What are you thinking about?" He asked her which caused her to frown.
"Nothing," she quickly answered. There was no way she could say. ’ I was dreading my fate that I am married to the ruthless villain of the book I wrote with the only way to survive the plot was to kill you, the villain I wrote has a very tragic backstory. I am the reason your life is fucked up.’
"I have been talking to you for a bit now and your head was up in the clouds. I even asked you a question." Cedric mentioned and her brows pulled together. He was talking to her, but when? She could swear she didn’t hear him.