?Chapter 252:


    Jealousy nearly drove me mad. I wanted to confront Makenna, to demand why she was so close to another man, but the reality of yton being a Lycan prince kept me in check. I could only clench my fists in the shadows until yton left, and then dared to approach her.


    But Makenna’s icy demeanor only fueled my jealousy, her indifference a stark, painful contrast to the warmth she once showed me. Yet amid my turmoil, a tiny glimmer of hope persisted. Perhaps she was only pretending. Perhaps she still harbored feelings for me.


    But as she turned her back and walked away, that fragile hope faded, leaving me with the crushing realization that she might no longer care for me at all.


    I sighed, feeling the weight of her earlier words pressing down on me. My heart sank as I considered the truth in them. Indeed, Leonardo’s favor had waned. Since the public debacle of my wedding, I had endured the scorn and mockery of everyone I encountered. Navigating the politicalndscape had be nearly impossible.


    Home was no refuge either. Jessica’s constant troubles and reckless spending only added to my frustrations, making my situation unbearable.


    I raked a hand through my hair in frustration, casting onest regretful nce at Makenna’s residence before leaving, utterly defeated.


    When I finally returned home, the sky was dark. As I opened the door, weary and disheartened, a bowl came hurtling toward me. I dodged just in time, the ceramic smashing against the floor, shards scattering everywhere and narrowly missing me.


    Frank’s POV:


    Just as I was trying topose myself, Jessica’s shrill voice pierced the tense silence. She mmed her hand down on the dining table and pointed an using finger at me.


    “Frank, your shift ended ages ago! Why are you only just getting back now?”


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    Her unreasonable behavior grated on me, and I rubbed my temples, trying to stave off a headache.


    “I had extra work,” I said dismissively.


    I plopped down at the dining table, only to find it bare. No meal awaited me. I frowned and called for the servant.


    “Where’s my dinner? Bring it now.”


    “Well…” The servant hesitated, casting a frightened nce at Jessica.


    “You’re still hungry?” Jessica snapped, her face a mask of cold fury. “Don’t bother with the meal; I didn’t prepare anything for you.”


    “What the hell is going on?” I was already on edge, and her attitude only fueled my frustration.


    Jessica’s sneer was icy. “What’s going on? Don’t you know? You earn so little, and our business is in freefall. Who do you think you are,ing home and expecting a meal? If you want to eat, go somewhere else!”


    I reached my breaking point. I mmed my hand on the table and shouted, “How can you be so unreasonable? Didn’t I bring money home? Aren’t you living off the money I earned? Lately, working in the pce has been harder than ever, yet instead of showing me empathy, you dare to use me like this!”


    Jessica’s face twisted with anger, and she screamed like a banshee. “It’s all your fault! You’ve been fined half a year’s sry and lost the king’s favor! If I had known you’d turn out to be so useless, I would never have married you!”


    “You shrew!” I roared, infuriated by her self-righteousness. I flipped the dining table, sending everything on it crashing to the floor with a tter.


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