“You don’t deserve his punishment.” She raised a brow. “I left him, Caleb.” “He left you first.” She smiled at that. “Not in any way that mattered.” “In every way that mattered,” he scoffed. She sighed. “Duchesses don’t leave,” she explained for the dozenth time. The hundredth. “Certainly not without providing an heir.” Not even when an heir was impossible. “They should do when their husband has exiled them,” he replied. “Remaining is bollocks.” “No, it’s British.” He cursed round and vicious. “Yet another reason you lot deserved the ass-kicking we gave you.”
