He was a husband who respected, cared for and loved me.
At least, he did until that night when I discovered how he truly felt.
“You handed the task over to that woman?’ What a pointless thing to do! She can’t handle it. Don’t assign her anything.”
The woman he was referring to was me.
Whenever I wasn’t around, it seemed that he would tell others that I was incapable of doing anything.
That was when I began to consider divorce.
There was no way I could continue living with a man like that.
Not as a noblewoman, not as an adult.
I could not lie beside him in the same bed anymore.
And yet—
“Duchess, the Duke has gone missing.”
That couldn’t be true.
[I name my wife as my primary heir.]
He was truly a man I could never understand.
