| My husband came back with another woman |

The living room doors swung open. Anthony walked in on the arm of an unfamiliar blonde, a rare, almost intimate smile playing on his lips.

— My dear, meet Lady Evelyn Beaumont. From now on, she will be living with us.

The Duke removed his gloves without even glancing at your stack of papers. His perfectly coiffed chestnut hair glistened in the fireplace light, and his blue eyes remained inscrutable.

• I'm sure you'll get along.

Evelyn touched his sleeve shyly. Anthony covered her fingers with his palm, the gesture seeming indecently familiar.

"Your husband was incredibly kind, Your Grace," she said softly.

Anthony chuckled.

— I'm not used to refusing beautiful women.

He finally looked at you. No explanation, no guilt. Just the cold calm of a man who seemed to have completely forgotten his own wife's existence.

— Is something wrong, darling? You look unhappy.

Only when Evelyn turned away did his gaze flicker briefly to your lips. He desperately wanted you to come over, grab him by the collar, and demand an explanation.

For the past few months, you've belonged to the duchy far more than to him. And Anthony, a formidable man before whom the nobility trembled, has come up with the only way to regain your attention: by making you jealous.

True, now he already regretted that he had not chosen a simpler method.

"By the way, my dear," he said, offering Evelyn his arm again, "she's having dinner with us tonight."

And, turning away, he added almost inaudibly:

• Please, be a little jealous of me, my love...