The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Chapter 1789

Addy faltered, hesitant.

“But he’s one of your top guards.

What if we just let him disappear for a few years? He could lay low until this all blows over.

”

“That’s not an option,” the leader snapped, her decision resolute.

“Future risks remain if we simply let him go.

We have to end this permanently.

”

With a heavy sigh, Addy complied.

“Alright, I’ll handle it immediately.

”

Overhearing their ruthless plans, I clenched my fists in anger, turned, and strode away.

Shirley’s POV:

When I learned that Andrew had rejected my mother’s proposal for him to marry me, I was devastated.

I had sacrificed so much for him, suffering injuries that left my face disfigured, stripping me of the appearance and skin that once brought me pride.

Now, marriage to Andrew seemed like my only path to redemption, yet he still refused.

Was it my marred face that turned him away?

Deep down, I answered myself affirmatively.

He must have despised me.

Men were so superficial and repulsive, only drawn to beauties like Debra.

The more I dwelled on it, the angrier I became.

Andrew didn’t want to marry me, but I was determined to make him my husband.

After all, it was his fault I was disfigured.

He was the one who had set the study on fire, leading to my injuries.

He owed me.

As my mother and Addy concluded their discussion, I abruptly sat up in bed.

Both were taken aback by my sudden movement.

Addy rushed to my side with a worried expression, asking, “Shirley, are you okay?”

Ignoring Addy, I declared resolutely, “I will marry Andrew, and it will be a grand wedding that all the elite members of the witch clan will attend!”

My mother’s brow furrowed, her reprimand sharp.

“Shirley, have you lost your mind?”

But before she could finish, Addy gently tugged at her sleeve.

Turning to see Addy’s cautionary expression, my mother paused.

Addy subtly shook her head, signaling that now was not the time to upset me further, given my fragile health.

Seeing the distress in my mother’s eyes, I couldn’t help but smile inwardly.

Knowing she cared deeply for me, I decided to continue acting miserable crying to coerce her into supporting my wishes.

“I love Andrew, truly.

If I can’t marry him, I can’t bear to live with this disfigurement!” I exclaimed with feigned despair.

In a dramatic gesture, I suddenly pulled the infusion needle from my hand.

Blood spattered, prompting a scream of horror from my mother.