“I know nothing of the sort. Perhaps you contrived to wed me because I’m an earl. It wouldn’t
be the first time I’ve been married for my money and title. Those were Carolyn’s motives for
marrying a man who repulsed her. They must be your reasons for lying to me, too.”
Stymied by that, she’d tried a different approach. “Even if you’re right–which you are
not–about me lying to you, can’t you see that I want to be a good wife to you? I want to be
your companion and give you children. I lo . . . ”
But he hadn’t let her speak those last words. She didn’t know what she’d said to set him off,
but she’d clearly infuriated him. He’d bolted from his chair and come at her with all the fury of
a hurricane. She’d backed up quickly, surprised by his show of rage. Before she knew what was
happening, she’d found herself on the other side of the library door. The door had clicked shut
and then she’d heard the lock turn.
So words were not her friend in this campaign to win her husband back. She knew she’d had
his devotion before–he could not have feigned those tender words just before he’d taken her to
his bed. He’d cared for her once and she would find a way to make him do so again.
But she had to get near him to do that.
“It’s for your own good, Juliette. Trust me in this,” he’d said.
“How dare you threaten to set me aside and then claim it’s for my
He’d looked stunned for a moment, then pained. But he’d steeled
himself against her again. She knew he had when she saw his eyes go
cold and his expression stony. “You’re the one who lied your way into
this situation, my dear,” he said calmly.
“You don’t believe that. I know you don’t. You’re using it as an excuse
to be rid of me. You know I was ignorant of the ways of men and
women. You know I made an innocent mistake.”
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