-- Grizelda --

Alexander's words refused to leave my head.

His warnings.

His claims.

His insisting.

His proofs.

I stood in my bedroom, my legs just agreeing to walk away from the window side as I'd been staring out into the vast decorated surrounding of my mansion for far too long, although of course, my mind was trapped elsewhere.

I sat on my bed, grabbing the glass of wine from the bedside drawer. I took a sip, the liquid running down my throat, instantly making me feel nauseous. I winced. Everything was unbelievably messing with my head.

I wanted to cry again. I dropped the glass of wine back onto...