Prologue “You piece of trash.” Smack! The sound cracked like a whip. A silver-haired woman had just slapped me across the face. I turned to face her, and though the sting brought tears to my eyes, I didn’t actually cry. I couldn’t cry. Because this body wasn’t mine. It belonged to Winter Winslet. A man known for his cold and ...
Prologue “You piece of trash.” Smack! The sound cracked like a whip. A silver-haired woman had just slapped me across the face. I turned to face her, and though the sting brought tears to my eyes, I didn’t actually cry. I couldn’t cry. Because this body wasn’t mine. It belonged to Winter Winslet. A man known for his cold and noble demeanor. There’s no way someone like him would shed tears just from being slapped by his fiancée. Instead, he gently grasped the woman’s chin with his fingertips and said something absurd: “Even your angry face is a sight to behold, Josephine.” “Ugh, don’t try to change the subject!” She slapped my hand away immediately and glared at me furiously. “How could you do this? You got caught just last month, and now you’ve rolled around with another woman again? And t
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