“She refused to marry him because of the scar?” Jetta asked with outrage. “Aye, and no’ kindly. Said he was a monster, she did, and that she’d rather die than have to look at his face all the rest o’ her days. And him still in his sickbed, barely alive when she did it too,” she added grimly. “Bitch,” Jetta breathed, horrified that anyone could be so cruel to such a kind man.
