Synopsis
He was a husband who respected me, cared for me, and loved me.
At least, that’s what I believed—until I heard his true feelings that night.
“You handed that task to her? What a pointless decision.
She can’t handle it. Don’t entrust her with anything.”
The “her” he spoke of… was me.
It seemed that whenever I wasn’t around, he had been telling others that I was incapable—someone who couldn’t do anything.
That was when I began to consider divorce.
How could I continue living with such a man—both as a noblewoman and as an adult with dignity?
How could I share a bed with someone like him?
And yet—
“Your Grace… the Duke has gone missing.”
That couldn’t be possible.
[I hereby designate my wife as the first in line of succession.]
Truly… he was a man I could never understand.
