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.”

out—I’m not going back!

violently, her obstinate carapace peeling off and revealing

long, but she was tormented by her cellmates everyday—having

fight back, but that would only get her a worse beating—just like

way she would return to that

grabbed Leia’s shoulders and said somberly, “Pull yourself together! Just tell me who hit you, and I will return

“What…”

welling with tears as she stared at

do you mean, ‘what’?” Xavier exclaimed angrily. “Am I wrong? You’re the heiress of the Osborne

her occasionally for her

in Xavier’s eyes and clenched her knuckles. “You’re right. I

pulling some strings with

cameras are out—I would need around half an hour to fix it,” the warden