Davina’s POV
“Ahhh!”
Cleo was kicked straight off her feet by Humphrey, her scream echoing as she hit the ground.
She landed hard, sprawled on the dirt, her fancy Chanel suit now smeared with mud and
grass.
Daxon was on his knees, covered in blood. Humphrey held me carefully in his arms, as if I were a fragile treasure.
“My lady, are you okay?” His face was full of worry.
I shook my head. “I’m fine.”
The royal guards that Cleo had dragged in with her didn’t move. Not one of them helped her. A few were even quietly laughing at the sight of her eating dirt.
“You useless idiots! Why didn’t you help me?!” she screamed, scrambling to her feet,
furious and humiliated.
The head guard frowned but kept his voice flat. “As royal guards, we’re not permitted to lay hands on civilians. Our duty is to ensure your safety. Right now, you’re not in danger.”
Humphrey and I exchanged a small smile.
Meanwhile, Daxon slowly got up. He looked at me like he wanted to speak, but in the end, he said nothing.
I couldn’t help but let out a quiet sigh. Whatever our history, at least at that moment, he’d been willing to risk his life to save me.
Humphrey caught my hesitation. He gave the butler a look, and the butler immediately understood, sending someone to get Daxon to the hospital.
The treatment was quick. He’d lost a lot of blood, but no major arteries were damaged. He was lucky to be alive.
Humphrey and I didn’t stay. We just had someone from the estate keep watch.
After all, he saved me. ‘A favor is a favor. A debt is a debt.‘
Daxon’s POV
Three days passed, and I was finally able to walk again. The doctor told me to rest and avoid any more injuries.
But I hadn’t slept a wink, just sitting motionless at the side of the bed all night.
The only reason I’d shown up in time to save Davina… was because after Cleo left, I accidentally found her old phone in my luggage.
It unlocked on its own. The screen opened straight to her notes.
Each line was a plan–meticulous, cruel, and all aimed at Davina.
010
01.08
95%
[March 12: Make Daxon cancel the wedding. She’ll break down.] [March 27: Leak fake miscarriage news to the media.]
[April 5: Hire someone to snap her crying outside a clinic.]
[May 7: Fake a DNA test. Get that bitch kicked out of the palace!]
[June 1: Make her ex and current show up at the wedding. Crush her!]
My eyes widened as I stared at the screen. My throat felt stuffed, and I couldn’t utter a sound.
I’d always thought Cleo was just immature. That night, I realized she was sick. And once she became a so–called “princess,” I knew she’d target Davina.
So I waited near the estate for the past few days, keeping watch–just in case. And when the moment came, I finally had a chance to do something right.
Davina’s POV
No one knew exactly when Daxon was discharged.-
I only received a letter he asked someone to deliver. It was handwritten.
The writing was shaky, a little messy, and some parts were smudged like they’d been touched by tears.
[Babe,
[Let this be the last time I call you that. I know I no longer have the right to be in your life. [But I’ll always protect you. Just like I did this time, even if it costs me my life.
[Everything that happened… It’s my fault.
[I thought you were the one who left me. That you looked down on me. But it was me–l didn’t cherish you. I pushed you away.
[Cleo is insane, but I was no better. In fact, I was worse.
[I chose her. I trusted her. I hurt you.
[If there’s a next life… ! hope I can be the man who deserves you.]
After I read the letter, I feit surprisingly calm, as if everything he wrote was a story about someone else–it had nothing to do with me.
I looked out the window, took a deep breath, and tucked the letter into a drawer.
‘Past is past. Let it stay there.‘
