Soft

CHAPTER 4 — The Sentence of a Queen

The chandelier flickered above them.

Like even the building understood the shift in power.

The assistant stepped forward again, waiting.

The protagonist walked past her husband slowly.

He instinctively stepped back.

For the first time in his life.

He was afraid of her.

She stopped beside him.

Not touching him.

Not raising her voice.

Just speaking low enough for only him to hear.

“Strip him of his titles,” she said calmly.

A pause.

Then the final blow.

“And let them beg on the street.”

The room froze.

The mistress looked like she might collapse.

The husband tried to speak—but no sound came out.

Because power had already left him.

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And it was no longer his story.

It was hers.

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