The Day of the Duchess (Scandal & Scoundrel, #3)

by Sarah MacLean

“So get to it, Sera. What is the reason for the dissolution of our once legendary union? There are limited arguments for divorce. What, then? Shall you tell my colleagues that I was intolerably cruel? Declare to all London that I am a lunatic? Perhaps you were forced to marry me? No,” he scoffed. “Everyone knows you came quite willingly. Fairly tripping down the aisle to shackle yourself to me.” “What a silly girl I was,” she snapped. “That was before I knew the truth.” His gaze narrowed. “And what truth is that?” That you never wanted me. That you cared more for your title than for your future. That we would never be more than a passing, fleeting moment. That you wouldn’t care when our family became an impossibility. “It is no matter.” “I never lied,” he said. It was an echo of years earlier. You lied. She could still hear the words, as though he’d said them yesterday instead of three years ago, when he’d refused to listen. When he refused to believe. Because she hadn’t lied. Not when it was important. She raised her chin, defiant and defensive. “In this, husband, you do forget.”