I Took Seven Knives for Him, and He Called It Scheming Chapter 09

I Took Seven Knives for Him, and He Called It Scheming Chapter 09

Lucas and I brought a few of the farm’s miniature horses to the pageant..

I’d come back knowing full well Ryland would find a way to get at me.

But when I saw him again, the old arrogance was gone. The polished, untouchable young heir had vanished

He sat in the stands, a cane resting beside his knee.

His eyes, once sharp. had sunk deep into their sockets.

Half a year, and he looked a decade older.

Ryland simply watched the entire competition in silence.

Lucas and I led the horses onto the stage together to accept the prize.

The moment Lucas placed the winner’s crown on my head, Ryland got up and left without a sound.

But that night, a delivery came from his assistant. The divorce certificate.

I smiled. He’d finally let go.

I stayed on in Astoria for a while.

Over tea, Winnie told me what a wreck the Harrington family had become in the year I’d been gone.

The Ice Prince who once made people’s blood run cold had crumbled into a hollowed-out man on antidepressants, crying

every day.

Dozens of girls flocked to him, hoping to ease his pain and mend his broken heart.

Yet Ryland froze every last one of them out.

Winnie watched me take it all in like an idle piece of gossip and teased, “Honestly, Ryland should’ve seen himself clearly

by now. Wasn’t it always just one person serving cruelty and the other taking it with a smile?”

I sipped my tea, unmoved.

“But how much sincerity in this world is willing to be worn down to nothing?”

I handed Winnie an invitation.

Next month. Lucas and I were throwing a wonderful wedding on the farm.

Winnie’s eyes welled up.