Chapter thirty-seven

"Tell me it's a dream Anastasia" Delaney cried, leaning on her best friend.

"Unfortunately, it's not" Anastasia replied.

"The same fate has befallen us" she added and Delaney sniffed.

All these years of waiting for Logan to finally make her his wife, all these years of dedicating her life, her heart and her body to him.. he chose a slave over her.

She was heartbroken, bitter and resentful. She would never forgive Logan or that slave for humiliating her in the way that they did.

Drying her tears, she looked up at Anastasia.

"I will not fold my arms and let everything I have worked hard for just disappear into thin air like this" she stated, filled with rage and envy.

"What do you want to do? You can't go against Logan" Anastasia said.

"You can decide to sit back and watch your man marry some sl*t, but I won't do that. Logan is not allowed to be with another woman" Delaney sounded sinister. She got up and strode to the mirror. She wiped off the tears in her eyes and grinned at her ref