Dammit, he didn’t want another future. He wanted the one that had tempted him all those years ago. Her future. Theirs. He’d sought it, dammit, the world over. He wanted to scream the truth at her. That he’d been in Boston. That he’d searched the Continent. That he hadn’t slept in two years, seven months. That he’d only ever wanted her. And he might have, if it hadn’t seemed that she wanted nothing to do with him. “You wish your adultery to be made public?” He was riveted to her grace as she began to light the candles on the stage. “The House of Lords certainly won’t allow the dissolution of
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