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.”

so much to get out—I’m not going back! That place is hell.

violently, her obstinate carapace

been in the detention center for that long, but she was tormented by her cellmates everyday—having

a worse beating—just

would return to

said somberly, “Pull yourself together! Just tell me who hit you, and I will return the favor—what are you worried about? I have

“What…”

as she stared at him

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

for her

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

returned to the detention center, with Xavier pulling some strings with a warden, who brought him to Leia’s

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