Who would’ve imagined I’d fall this low?
And me, of all people, someone who never quit anything in her life. All because I married a man who only needed a respectable bride to polish his public image.
On our wedding day, I thought I’d married the boy I had loved since childhood. I thought I was the happiest woman alive. I didn’t know it was the worst day of his life. To him, I was nothing more than the stand-in for the woman he truly loved.
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“I’m back,” I called out.
Don Reynold stood at the table, plating food. Anyone else would’ve thought he was acting like a devoted, affectionate husband. But who would know the truth?
“What took you so long at the Hall? You should’ve come home first and handled dinner,” he snapped without even looking at me.
There was nothing romantic about him. He just had no other choice but to fend for himself whenever I wasn’t around. He was hungry, and there was no servant on duty because, according to him, he already had me.
“Sorry…” I murmured, stepping closer and seeing the single plate he’d prepared. Only for himself.