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.”

to get out—I’m not going back!

her obstinate carapace peeling

in the detention center for that long, but she was tormented by her cellmates everyday—having her hair pulled, being spat in the face

worse beating—just like today, where she was given the worst beating that

way she would return to that

together! Just tell me

“What…”

were welling with tears as she stared at him in

angrily. “Am I wrong? You’re the heiress of

him, 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 a strand

from that serious look in Xavier’s eyes and clenched her knuckles. “You’re right.

to the detention center, with Xavier pulling some strings with a

way, the cameras are out—I would need