Exchanging Vows: The Swapped Wife Is a Top Shaman novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Chapter 112

Sarina’s Point of View

The southern wing of the Silvermoon palace was completely quiet when I returned from my parents’ estate.

I walked straight past the trembling lower handmaids and locked the doors of my private chambers.

"Step forward," I commanded coldly, turning my gaze to the dark corner of the room.

The head steward of my personal guard stepped out of the shadows, bowing his head in total humility. Meanwhile, on the other side of the palace grounds, the entire house was screaming about Seraphina’s sudden, tragic miscarriage, but inside these four walls, the air was filled with a triumph.

"Is the task fully executed?" I asked, my voice dropping to a whisper.

"It is done, Lady Sarina," the steward admitted, a dark smirk touching his lips as he looked up. "When she passed the steps next to the pine tree, I hit Seraphina’s leg with a concentrated blast of internal force. The impact bucked her knee instantly, causing her to fall down the stairs. There is no trace of a physical push."

A cold, satisfied smile broke across my face. I reached into my jewelry set, pulled out a heavy pouch, and rewarded the steward with one thousand imperial gold coins on the spot.

"Excellent work. Take this, and I am strictly instructing you to hide your martial arts skills from this day forward. Do not let a single warrior in this pack see your internal strength."

"Thank you, My Lady," the steward murmured, pocketing the gold coins.

As he slipped back into the shadows, a wave of relief washed over me. I was deeply, profoundly grateful that our covert actions were not detected by the top secret guards of the pack who constantly patrolled the courtyard line.

The alibi of my family visit had worked flawlessly. Seraphina’s womb was empty.

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Dominic’s Point of View

The Hidden Pharmacy

I wheeled my wheelchair through the narrow threshold. But to my absolute surprise, my father had arrived first. He stood tall by the table where Physician Kane lay wrapped in clean gauze, his wolf eyes burning with an intense, terrifying vigilance.

The physician’s breathing was nothing more than a shallow rattle, his face completely pale as his eyes fluttered open.

"He is conscious, Dominic," my father spoke softly.

"Physician Kane, the executioners who tracked you to the border line didn’t belong to a rival pack. They were sent directly from the capital."

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