Rosemary PoV
"Leave us," he said, his voice cold as he looked at Cyra. "I wish to speak to Rosemary alone."
She pouted but obeyed, casting a smug glance in my direction before she left.
I stood there, my body trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. This dream... it was a cruel, twisted version of my life. A version where my love was a lie, where my daughter didn't exist, where my rival had more of Saffron's affection than I did.
"Rose. Cyra is right. I desire her," he said, his expression unreadable. "But you... you are still my primary wife."
I fell to the floor, coughing. The stress was causing my illness to act up again.
He walked over and knelt down beside me, his expression softening slightly. "Are you alright?"
I nodded, unable to speak, my chest tightening.
He sighed and picked me up, carrying me to our bedroom. "You should rest."
