Shattered Pride

Madam Cordelia’s POV

The curtains in my sitting room were drawn tightly, blocking out the midday sun. I had no desire for warmth, for light, or for anything that might ease this raw bitterness clawing its way up my spine. My son, my only son, Don…had left the country on some frivolous vacation with her, of all people, while I sat here, alone, waiting, like a fool.

My lips tightened, and I slammed