Rising From the Ashes: The Injured Luna Heals Herself

Dressed in a funeral attire and pretending to be in a vegetative condition, I attended my husband’s wedding to his mistress.

Alpha Jester looked very happy as he and my traitor maid danced in the center of the room.

But the moment our eyes met, his face turned ghostly pale. He stumbled forward, desperate to make sense of what he was seeing.

I rose from the wheelchair, steady and strong. Gasps echoed around me, but I didn’t care. This was my moment. His lies, his betrayal—they had all led to this.