Even if she got divorced the following year, at least she’d be a woman with a past. That sounded better than being an old maid.
Besides, she’d married into such a prestigious family. Even if she died, it would be a glorious death. But she could never tell anyone how badly she was being treated here, or how could she ever hold her head up in public again?
“You’re planning to wear that outfit to pay your respects to my parents and grandfather?”
He had finished dressing and turned around. The more he looked at the woman standing by the window, the more displeased he felt.
“Is something wrong with it?”
She turned around, bewildered, suddenly unsure of herself.
That was true. With a husband like this…
