************ Calais' POV ************
I can't believe my eyes! The mansion, once a symbol of my perfect life with Lyrica, my ideal of a wife, is now reduced to nothing but a burning heap of rubble! The fire rages on and I can feel the heat on my skin, searing into my very soul.
"What's happening?" I ask, turning towards Marilen who is petrified beside me. I know that she doesn't have the answer, but I can't accept the truth that's nagging into me.
"I—I don't know, young master," she stutters, still polite.
My mind races as I try to piece together what could have caused this — trying so hard to evade the worst outcome. It's probably an accident. It's definitely not because of someone trying to sabotage my wedding with Lyrica. And it's definitely not her.
