Exchanging Vows: The Swapped Wife Is a Top Shaman novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121: Chapter 123

Seraphina’s Point of View

The banquet hall was completely alive with the deafening roar of laughter, clinking chalices, and the scent of different delicacies, but to my eyes, it was a landscape of annoyance.

I sat near the edge of the tier,  I watched the head table. Across the room, Dominic was leaning over Ivy’s chair, cutting her meat for her with a devotion that made my heart bleed. He took such meticulous care of her, whispering things into her ear that made her smile.

A wave of jealousy tore through my chest, rapidly curdling into resentment. That should have been my life, I thought hysterically, my gaze dropping to my belly.

I remembered the blinding agony on the stone steps by the pine tree, the sensation of losing my child while my body pooled with blood. I didn’t have proof that the council could verify, but my instincts knew the truth—I had lost my child because of Sarina.

"My Lady, your wine," my personal maid, Delia, whispered anxiously, setting a fresh goblet down.

"Leave me, Delia," I commanded hoarsely, waiting until her silhouette vanished.

The moment the shadows shielded my hands, I reached into the folds of my corset and pulled out a tiny vial. My heart beating so fast, and my hands shaking, I uncorked the glass, tipping the dark, odorless liquid directly into the wine. It was a sterilization medicine I had secretly purchased from a wandering rogue merchant at a catastrophic price.

I hated Sarina with every fiber of my soul for killing my child, and I wanted to retaliate by making her entirely childless for life.

When the servers gathered the trays to present the final toasts to the southern tier, I stood up under the pretext of smoothing my skirts. With a practiced, fluid grace, I casually bumped into the presentation cart, seamlessly swapping my poisoned glass with the identical goblet for Sarina’s side table.

I sat back down, taking a breath as I watched Sarina lift the crystal to her lips from across the aisle. She drank the entire contents in a single, elegant swallow, offering me a neat, victorious smile.

“Laugh while you can, you snake.” I thought bitterly, a dark, satisfied smirk touching my heart. “Your womb is dead.”

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The banquet had officially concluded, and from my bedroom window, Sarina was standing on the gravel path, trying desperately to persuade Bastian to stay inside her suite.

"Bastian, stay with me tonight," she urged.

"I am finished tired tonight, Sarina," Bastian countered. He pulled his arm away without a single backwards glance, leaving her standing alone in the freezing wind.

I turned away from the window, pulling my shawl over my shoulders as I prepared to sink into a sleep. But before my hand could touch the drapes of my mattress, the door handle suddenly clicked from the outside. The panel swung open, and Bastian took a step into my  room.

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