Titus Zane felt that although her life had never been splendid, it had never been this unlucky either.
Ever since she returned to the country to attend her sister's wedding, it was like there was a dark cloud hanging over her head that she just couldn't shake off.
First, she accidentally pushed her sister down the stairs, and in a panic, ended up sitting in the wedding car and bizarrely keeping watch in the bridal chamber...
Every moment felt like a nightmare that she couldn't dispel, struggling as she might, she just couldn't wake up.
Titus Zane lowered her gaze, no longer the sharp-tongued equal to Olivia Zane, her curled eyelashes hiding the emotions in the depths of her eyes.
Because she knew, it would be another vicious punishment that she couldn't escape.
She felt some regret, really shouldn't have indulged in the satisfaction of a quick-witted retort, for in the end, the one who suffers is always herself.
