Page 100 of An Heir to Blood and Power

“Nicolai!”My throat squeezed the cry into a soft wail, as pitiful and stupid a sound as when I’d been weeping in front of the altar at my wedding.

But I stopped, choking the begging and sadness right back down my throat into my chest and my stomach.

Nothing mattered.

Yeah, I’d almost crawled out of the friendless, destitute spider hole I was in, but Nicolai changed his mind.

Of all the capricious, cruel things he could have done, Nicolai had chosen to chuck me out first thing in the morning, after?—

Yeah,after.

Figured.

He hadn’t even looked at me, just announced that it was over.

I struggled harder in the sheets, pushing with my arms until I was sitting up.

Nicolai still stared at the ceiling where the morning’s desert sunlight reflected from the wide windows, blasting the room like a screen that was watching us.

His body under the covers was straight and still, his arms folded over the sheet and furry blanket, pressing his phone face-down to his chest.

Thewrongnessof every single thing he’d said, the stillness of his body under the sheets like a corpse in a too-tight coffin, the way he stared at the ceiling like ghosts swarmed in the morning sun, clicked in my head.

“Baloney,” I said, putting real vehemence into it while I struggled, snarling my legs in the sheets as I maneuvered myself into criss-cross applesauce. “Bull-hockin’-loney.”

His quick glance at where I was sitting up was still robotic, like something had wiped away everything that made him,him,behind his clear blue eyes. “Your bag is on the luggage cart.”

I was not being abandoned without so much as a wordagain.“I’m not leaving. At the very least, we’retalkingabout it.”

His ice-blue eyesnarrowed, and his voice wasabsolutely calm. “I said,get out.”

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Marrying a billionaire was a giant mistake.

Nicolai not signing a pre-nup with me was worse.

Because now I’m hooked.

In twenty-four hours, I’ve met his brother, his awesome cousin, and his lifelong boarding school buddies. They connected with me on their secret social media accounts. I’m in the group chat.

Last night,for the first time,hetouched me.

I’ve made some really weird life choices, so I’d never been . . . touched. Not like that.

Wow. I mean, holy cow. I’ve been missing out.

But when I woke up in bed with him this morning, he turned to me with a blankness on his astonishingly handsome face and said, “I’mdivorcingyou. Get out.”

What could I have done so wrong?

But it doesn’t matter. I won’t just abandon him. I’ll fight for what we had for that one beautiful day because I don’t have anyone or anything else.

His ice-blue eyes narrowed, and his voice wasabsolutely calm. “I said,get out.”