Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 174

**Chapter 174: Win The Battle, Lose The War**

“You have no idea what this feels like, Fiona. You can’t possibly understand the agony of watching your mate being intimate with another man while you stand helplessly by.”

His voice was laced with pain, each word a dagger aimed straight at her heart.

“You can’t fathom the betrayal that cuts so deep when your mate sneaks away to meet him behind your back. That’s a concept foreign to you, because I’ve never stooped to that level with you.”

As he spoke, Fiona’s sobs intensified, each one wracking her body with a violent tremor.

Desperation clawed at her as she clung to Reginald, the emotional turmoil swirling inside her like a storm, making her feel nauseous.

It felt as if her world was collapsing, the weight of her mistakes suffocating her. She could no longer hold back the torrent of anguish that threatened to consume her whole.

“What do you have to say to that? Do you have even the slightest inkling of how it feels? Here’s the bare truth—you don’t. I never treated you like trash, but I certainly know what it’s like to be treated that way, because that’s exactly the hell you’ve put me through.”

Fiona wrapped her arms tightly around him, her tears flowing freely, her lungs burning from the intensity of her sobs. She was thankful that he hadn’t pushed her away; perhaps there was still a chance to mend this shattered relationship.

“Please, tell me what I need to do. How can I make this right? How can I fix the mess I’ve created?”

“Hell if I know,” Reginald muttered, dropping his gaze to the ground. He didn’t reciprocate her embrace, and yet Fiona felt a flicker of hope that he might still be open to her. “There were times I wanted to hurt you just as deeply as you’ve hurt me, but… I don’t know. That’s just my anger talking.”

“Then hurt me, Reginald. Tear me apart if that’s what it takes for you to heal. Give me the same pain I inflicted upon you, but afterward, please find a way to forgive me.”

Reginald fell silent, the weight of his unspoken thoughts hanging heavily in the air. Fiona could sense the turmoil within him, the conflict raging just beneath the surface.

Eventually, she pulled back, cradling his face in her hands, searching his eyes for any sign of understanding. “Go find someone else. I won’t say a word. Let’s call it even. It’ll break me, but I deserve it.”

“I won’t sink that low,” he replied, his words cutting through her like a slap, revealing the depths of his disdain.

“Please, choose anyone you want. I won’t lose my mind over it. You need to blow off some steam too. All this fighting and thirst for revenge must be eating you alive. Just… have some fun.”

Reginald remained silent, but he didn’t outright reject her suggestion either.

“Go find someone who catches your eye, do whatever you want with them, but please, come back to me.”

Fiona felt herself sinking to new lows, too ashamed to look in the mirror, but she understood this was the price of her betrayal.

“I’ll think about it,” Reginald finally said, his tone cautious.

“Okay.”

**Phoebe’s POV**

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify