On our tenth anniversary, I uncovered my husband's blood prophecy—the daughter I'd raised for a decade was his demon mistress's child, swapped at birth. My real daughter endured abuse in the slums, her dragon horn broken, her boots in tatters. I faked a terminal illness to test him. He hesitated. So I dissolved the bond, seized the dragon throne, and hid my daughter in the White Tower. When he came begging, I shut the door in his face.
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