Oops I Accidentally Ended Her Fake Perfect Life novel Chapter 12

**TITLE: Across the Fallen Golden Kingdom Distant Fires by Damon S. Creed**

The following day dawned, and Chase arrived at the garage, ready to pick her up. As he laid eyes on Nora, a smug grin crept onto his lips, a glint of triumph dancing in his eyes.

“Spent the entire night mulling things over? You do realize where you went wrong, don’t you?” he teased, his tone laced with a mix of amusement and condescension.

Nora’s complexion was pale, drained of color, and she offered him a blank nod, her heart heavy with the weight of truth.

“I know what I did wrong,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, but firm enough to convey her resolve.

“Good,” Chase responded, nodding in satisfaction, as if her acknowledgment was a small victory for him.

As they drove back, Nora found herself fixated on the back of his head, her thoughts swirling like a tempest. The reality of her situation settled in like a cold fog. There was no warmth left in her heart—only a chilling, hollow calm that enveloped her like a shroud.

Those ten excruciating hours of reflection had brought clarity: she had been foolish to pursue him, fully aware that his heart had never belonged to her. It was misguided to throw herself at him, knowing their marriage was merely a transaction, a business arrangement devoid of true love. She realized now how wrong it was to cling to him, even when it was painfully clear that his affections were reserved for someone else entirely.

A resolve began to form within her, a fierce determination to correct her past mistakes—starting right then and there.

She would leave him.

Completely.

Emotionally and physically.

Just five more days, she reassured herself, counting down the moments until she could reclaim her independence.

Upon their arrival at Peninsula Manor, Chase handed her the keys without a moment’s hesitation, his demeanor casual.

“A promise is a promise,” he stated, his tone light yet laced with an unspoken challenge.

**Chapter 4**

Seeing her slightly dazed expression, he couldn’t help but smile wider.

“I told you to be good, and I’d treat you right. Camila doesn’t pose a threat to your position,” he declared, his confidence unwavering.

“Once I’ve had my fun with her, I’ll return and play the role of the dutiful husband,” he continued, a hint of mischief in his voice.

“That is… if you behave,” he added, his eyes glinting with a mix of warning and amusement.

Nora managed a smile, but it never reached her eyes; they remained stormy and distant as she stepped inside the manor. The space was expansive, flooded with light and adorned with luxurious furnishings that spoke of wealth and taste. It would have been the perfect setting for a new beginning—if not for the sight of Camila, sprawled casually over the leather sofa, a picture of nonchalance.

“What’s she doing here?” Nora’s voice dripped with ice, her heart racing with a mix of anger and disbelief.

Chase looked taken aback, his brow furrowing slightly in surprise.

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