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After My Husband Stole My Magic for His Mistress

The Plaza Hotel glittered like a diamond against the winter sky, its windows casting golden light onto the snow-covered streets of Manhattan. I stood at the entrance, my breath forming small clouds in the frigid air as I clutched my simple black gown tighter around my shoulders. "Kehlani Ross," the doorman announced, his voice echoing through the marble foyer. I stepped inside, expecting warmth but finding none. The grand ballroom of the Winter Gala stretched before me, a sea of crystal chandeliers and designer gowns, of polished suits and practiced smiles. The heating was turned up high, yet I shivered uncontrollably. "Is it really that cold?" A woman beside me murmured to her companion, eyeing my trembling form with a mixture of pity and disdain. I didn't answer. How could I explain that my coldness came from within? That giving away my Vital Essence had left me hollow, unable to regulate my own temperature?
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Chapter 4

The High Council chamber felt suffocating as I slipped into the back row, my presence barely noticed among the murmuring crowd. The circular room with its vaulted ceiling had once been a place of power I respected. Now it felt like a theater for Preston's delusions.

Preston stood at the center, his posture rigid with authority that no longer belonged to him. The council members sat in tiered seats around the chamber, their faces a mixture of deference and skepticism.

"Today marks a new era," Preston announced, his voice carrying that familiar resonance that had once made my heart race. "I propose a law that will grant the High Warlock absolute authority over all magical covens in the United States."

A ripple of discomfort spread through the chamber. Marcus Blackwood, the eldest council member, leaned forward in his seat.

"That's a significant departure from our traditional governance structure," Marcus said, his weathered face creased with concern.

Preston's smile tightened. "With great power comes great responsibility, Councilor Blackwood. The old ways are outdated."

He unrolled an ancient parchment on the central table, the ink glistening as he gestured grandly. "This decree will ensure unity and strength across all territories."

I watched as several council members exchanged glances. Even from where I sat, I could see the ink on the parchment beginning to blur and run, as if the very paper rejected the words written upon it.

"Strange," I heard someone whisper. "The ink is moving."

Preston frowned, staring down at the document. "It's fine. The ink is fine."

But it wasn't. The letters smeared across the parchment like tears, making a mockery of his declaration.

"This is highly irregular," Marcus said, rising to his feet. "Perhaps we should consider this matter when you're... more composed."

Preston's face contorted with rage. "You dare question me?"

In a flash of movement, he raised his hand and hurled a bolt of energy toward Marcus. The council chamber erupted in gasps as the energy bolt veered wildly off course, striking the ancient scrying mirror that hung on the far wall.

The mirror shattered with a deafening crash, shards of silvered glass raining down on the stone floor.

"Control yourself!" Marcus shouted, his eyes wide with alarm.

Preston stood frozen, staring at his trembling hands. I could see the fear in his eyes—fear that his power was slipping away.

---

Three days later, the invitation arrived at Elena's apartment where I'd been staying. Not for me—for Elena. The envelope was made of heavy cream paper, embossed with Preston's seal.

"The Eclipse Rite," Elena read aloud, her voice tinged with disbelief. "He's inviting every magical creature on the East Coast."

I took the invitation from her hands, feeling the power pulsing beneath the elegant script. "He's desperate to prove his strength."

"What is this Eclipse Rite?" Elena asked, her brow furrowed.

"A ritual to bind the ley lines of New York permanently to his bloodline," I explained, my voice steady despite the anger bubbling beneath the surface. "He wants to force everyone to swear fealty."

"And he didn't invite you?"

I smiled coldly. "No. But I'll be there anyway."

Elena looked at me with concern. "Kehlani, are you sure that's wise?"

I touched my chest where my Vital Essence had once resided. The hollow space was now filled with something far more powerful—something that had always been mine.

"I'm not the same person he humiliated at the gala," I said quietly. "I am the vessel for the Supreme Matriarch. And it's time Preston remembered that."

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The night before the Eclipse Rite, I stood outside Victoria Sterling's penthouse apartment. Victoria had been Preston's most vocal supporter, the one who had orchestrated my humiliation at the gala with such meticulous cruelty.

I knocked once, and the door opened immediately. Victoria stood before me, her perfect features arranged in surprise.

"Kehlani," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "What an unexpected pleasure."

"Is it?" I stepped forward, feeling the power coursing through my veins.

Victoria's eyes widened as she sensed the change in me. "You're different."

"Yes," I agreed, reaching out to touch her face. "And so are you—or rather, so is your magic."

With a gentle stroke of my finger, I peeled away the illusion spells that coated her skin like makeup. Victoria's beautiful facade crumbled, revealing the corruption beneath—the decay of a witch who had traded her soul for power.

"What have you done?" she gasped, stumbling backward.

"Nothing," I replied calmly. "I've simply revealed what was already there."

The door burst open behind her as members of her own coven rushed in, their faces horror-struck at the sight of their leader's true form.

"Victoria?" one of them whispered. "Is that you?"

Victoria's eyes darted between me and her coven, terror replacing her earlier confidence. Without another word, she fled down the hallway, leaving the path to the Eclipse Rite unguarded.

I turned to face the remaining witches, my power radiating like moonlight around me.

"Tomorrow," I told them softly, "everything changes."

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