And I know I’m about to play second fiddle to another woman, as I should. But my love for you will never change, Maxon.

I pranced around the room like a blind moose, but what I lacked in grace I made up for in effort.

That was my great ambition. Not to be Illea's princess. To be Aspen's.

She couldn’t have been more than twelve years old. In her hands was a sign that said RED-HEADS RULE! with a little crown painted in the corner and tiny stars everywhere. I knew I was the only redhead in the competition, and I noticed that her hair and mine were very nearly the same shade.

The picture of me just after I’d found out Aspen was saving up to marry me. I looked radiant, hopeful, beautiful. I looked like I was in love. And some idiot thought that love was for Prince Maxon.

The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.

It is fine to be upset, but that won't get you anywhere. You gotta think about what you can learn from this. So far, looks like all you've learned is how to beat up on something that can't beat you back.