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Part 3: Choice

She couldn't accept it. The thought of being nothing more than a plaything to the man she loved devastated her more than Queen Nymrit's words.

As she wept, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Something within her churned at the sight of her clothes and made-up face.

Just as the Demon Queen said, she looked like a whore.

Revulsion boiled in her veins. Shamsiya ran into the bathroom and turned on the tap. She stood under the shower without waiting for the temperature to adjust. Furiously scrubbing herself in self-loath, she endured the cold rivulets of water as violent tremors rocked through her body.

"Husband...how could I consider him my husband? I'm his second wife...nothing more than a mistress..." A plaything to pass time and amuse oneself.

As a self-proclaimed, self-respecting woman, how could she be so shameless as to become someone's whore? As a woman, how could she lust after another woman's husband?

Death before dishonor? Heh! Once, she had proudly faced deat
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A little longer chapter today.**LOL**

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