Aethelgard's Divorce
ne mansion surrounded by acres of perfectly manicured lawns. A long, winding driveway led to a grand entrance. When I first
portraits of stern-faced ancestors, and the silence was broken only by the ticking of a grandfa
s, with sharp, intelligent eyes that seemed to see right through me. He sat behind a ma
w rumble. He gestured to the chair in fr
d tightly in my lap to
class. A promising talent in architecture. But what's more relevant is yo
id, my voice ba
lds. But in this world, our world, he is... fragile. He suffers from severe anxiety. He cannot handle the basic pressu
ween us, stripped of all its romant
demanding family pulling her away. Her focus must be entirely on him. In return for this dedication, she
gilded cage. I thought of the Thompsons' house, of the constant feeling of being unwanted. I thought of my dream
mer now. I was no longer a scared or
career will have to come second. Your life will revolve around his needs. He is not... an easy man.
hat was my own, Mr. Hayes. At least this
losed the file. "The wedding will be in two months. My lawyer
ixture of shock and derision among the city's elite. I was a nobody, an orphan plucked from obscurity. The whispers followed me everywhere. The
though it was understood I would likely never practice in a serious way. My real job was Liam. But as I stood in front of the mirror on my wedding day, draped in a designer go
is tuxedo. He avoided my eyes the entire time, his focus fixed on a point on the far wall. When the officiant told him to kiss the bride, he h
n crisis. I walked into our master suite, a vast room with a panoramic view of t
he said, not looking at me.
ing dress pooling around my fee
lightly. "My space. I have routines. I need things a cert
wave of disbelief washing over me
on't know. The guest wing is down the hall. There are plenty of rooms. My grandfather can't fo
new life. I had a new name, a new home, a husband. But I was just as alone as I had ever been. The wedding dress suddenly felt like a costume for a part I was no