Chapter 882

Rosalind's icy gaze bore into Lucian, her expression utterly drained of warmth. Her lips pressed into a bloodless line. "Throw whatever tantrum you want, but don't you dare mention breaking up again. I'm never leaving you."

Lucian's voice cracked like thunder. "Why won't you listen? It's over, Rosalind!"

"Over?" His hands gripped her shoulders desperately. "We were planning our wedding yesterday! What changed? Tell me what happened!"

Rosalind jerked away. "You want the truth? Fine!"

The air between them turned glacial. Lucian's breath hitched as she continued, "We failed. The Frostbloom is gone. Your scars... they'll never heal now."

His hands fell limp at his sides. "That's why?" His voice sounded foreign even to himself. "After everything, my face is what matters?"

A cruel laugh escaped Rosalind's lips as she ripped the mask from his face. Lucian instinctively raised his arms to shield his disfigurement, but she shoved a hand mirror at him. "Look! Really look at yourself!"

The reflection showed a stranger - ravaged skin, twisted scars where handsome features once were. Lucian flinched.

"See?" Rosalind's voice turned venomous. "I believed the Frostbloom would fix this nightmare. Now I'm trapped staring at this... monstrosity every morning." Her fingers trembled as she pointed. "You can't even bear to see yourself! How can you expect me to?"

Lucian's eyes fractured like broken glass. "Is this truly how you feel?"

Pain lanced through Rosalind's chest as if a dagger twisted in her heart. Every word burned her throat, but she forced them out. "Yes. Your face disgusts me. Leave before I vomit."

The blow landed physically. Lucian staggered back as if struck.

"Never contact me again." Rosalind turned sharply, each step away from him feeling like walking on shattered glass.

Rain sheeted down as Lucian watched her silhouette dissolve into the storm. His knees buckled.

The world went dark before his body hit the pavement with a sickening thud.