My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182 Numbers And Secrets

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“There’s still a gorge the size of a city between your skills and mine, Roxanne,” Fiona said.

Roxanne merely smiled, wordless, and unfolded the first text. Then, with patient clarity, she began to unravel each equation for Fiona, line by line.

While figures danced across the page, Fiona’s attention wandered to the fresh blossom pinned in Roxanne’s hair–a delicate camellia carved from emerald.

Cornelius must have given it to her that day, she mused.

The prince’s affection for Roxanne had always been open, unabashed, something he wore like ceremonial armor.

Noticing the drift of Fiona’s gaze, Roxanne asked, “And tell me, Fiona–what do you truly think of the Fourth Prince?”

Fiona set her brush down. “His Highness is sincere,” she replied softly. “Against Lord Soren’s cool reserve, that warmth might suit you far better.”

Roxanne turned another page of exercises. The neat, assertive handwriting struck her–the unmistakable strokes of Soren.

“Did Lord Soren prepare these for you?” she asked, surprise flickering across her poised features.

Fiona hesitated, then smiled ruefully. “Naomi passed them along,” she said, choosing honesty without elaboration.

Roxanne folded her hands atop the desk. “Lord Soren may look at you differently, but the woman beside him–Luna–is no ordinary companion,” she began. “Even before my family discussed an engagement with him, Duchess Zonfrillo told me that Lord Soren once cherished Luna deeply. The Scarlet Boutique was his gift to her. Their bond may have cooled, yet who can predict what schemes Luna might hatch to reclaim her place?”

With a patron as powerful as Soren, Luna’s entire destiny could pivot. Roxanne knew that ambition rarely wastes such opportunities.

Fiona tapped her quill against the margin. “Then who is Luna, truly?”

Roxanne exhaled. “Lord Soren was still a youth when he met a beauty like her–it would have been almost impossible not to feel something. Yet Luna once betrayed him, and Soren despises betrayal. Tell me, when has he ever kept a traitor at his side?”

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Suspicion was Soren’s second nature. That he had allowed Luna back into his inner circle spoke volumes about her hold over him.

Fiona conceded, “She is breathtaking. And however high we place Lord Soren on his pedestal, at the end of the day, he is still a man.”

Roxanne offered a wry smile. “When our families once spoke of betrothal, I braced myself for Lord Soren to take Luna as a concubine. To claim I felt nothing would be a lie. A husband’s favoritism, no matter how slight, can wound deeper than any blade.”

Fiona’s brows lifted. “I never imagined you bending so far to accommodate anyone, Roxanne.”

Roxanne shrugged, elegant yet resigned. “All men will bring concubines into their households. -only the timing varies. I merely calculated that Lord Soren would never let one overturn the heavens.”

Fiona lounged against the carved armrest, a playful light running along the curve of her lashes. “When a man keeps mistresses, society yawns and calls it natural. Yet we are all born of the same flesh and breath. Why should the rules split along our spines? If a lady’s heart stirs, why not gather every gentleman she favors and claim them for her own?”

Roxanne’s shoulders tightened, surprise flickering across her gentle features, but she did not retreat. “If I followed such counsel, the Thankerton family would drown in shame,” she murmured, voice soft yet steady.

Fiona’s lips curved, mischief blooming like spring jasmine.

“If a woman truly wishes to keep a man,” she said, tone lilting, “there are always unseen corridors. Find a lord who prefers the company of other gentlemen, and each may pursue pleasure without scandal.”

Roxanne exhaled, a rueful laugh slipping free. “It seems my worries for you were wasted.”

Fiona cared little for Luna–and cared even less for Soren.

Her only former resentment toward Luna had been the memory that, in another life, that girl had been Soren’s well–kept darling, a reminder that the old Fiona had suffered. Now that those past feelings had loosened their claws, the thought no longer mattered.

As for the half–year she still owed Soren, she intended to walk away untouched.

She leaned closer, voice dropping to a confidential hush. “Roxanne, if a man truly loves you, hold your ground. He will have no other. Should he fail, his love was never enough.”

The certainty in that statement rocked Roxanne. Her breath caught; she could not

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