The Untouchable Ex-Wife

“It’s nothing!” Leia snapped, quickly turning away and hiding her face with her hair, reluctant to let others see her vulnerability.

“Nothing? Your face is already swollen!” Xavier exclaimed as he gently lifted her chin and brushed her hair off, studying her face with a pained look.

Who could have imagined that in just a matter of days, the woman who strutted like she owned the place would end up looking so pitiful?

“Who did this to you?” He demanded, his brow tightly furrowed as if his favorite toy was broken, and he looked bent on cutting the culprit into pieces.

“No one. I fell,” Leia said, moving away from his touch and turning her back on him.

She was just like Renee—she held herself with great pride and would act nonchalant even if she was bruised and battered.

Xavier was not easily fooled, however, and took her hand as he growled. “We’re going back.”

“Back? Back where?”

“The detention center.”

not going back! That place is hell. It’s

her obstinate carapace peeling off and revealing her

tormented by her cellmates everyday—having her hair pulled, being spat in the face and

only get her a worse beating—just like today,

way she would return to

you must go back!” Xavier grabbed Leia’s shoulders and said somberly, “Pull yourself together! Just tell me who

“What…”

as she stared at him in

of the Osborne family. Who do they think they are, doing you dirty

Leia was no different from his daughter. He was allowed to ‘bully’ her occasionally for her mischief, but he would never allow anyone else to even touch

Xavier’s eyes and clenched her knuckles. “You’re right. I shouldn’t let

with Xavier pulling some strings with a warden, who brought him to Leia’s

are out—I would need around