Chapter 89: New Hair Alert

She was beyond caring about the subtle nuances of the vintage or the delicate flavors. All she wanted was the numbing effect of the alcohol. She took another gulp, feeling the warmth spread through her veins. As she paced back and forth across the room, her glass refilled itself magically, as if she had an invisible servant catering to her every whim. The wine fueled her rage, and she ranted to herself, her thoughts a jumbled mix of anger, frustration, and betrayal. "How dare Henry interfere in my plans? Doesn't he know who I am? Doesn't he know what I'm capable of?" She snarled, her voice rising with each step. "I'll show him. I'll show him all right. He thinks he can just waltz in and save the day? Ha! I'll make him regret the day he ever crossed me." The wine glass emptied, and she slammed it down, the sound shattering the air. She poured herself another, her hand shaking with rage. The room began to spin, but she didn't care. She was beyond reason, beyond logic. All