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“What about helping me out on the grounds?” Roger asked, coming up to us. Roger was the Head Groundskeeper. “I’m going to show Davies how to do some engine repair.”

Davies smiled at me, and I flicked my eyes up and down his handsome face and body.

Yes, I thought I would go hang out with Roger and Davies.

I only thought of Davies as a friend.

But Alexander didn’t need to know that.

CHAPTER 10

Alexander

Iwas in the middle of a meeting, trying and failing to listen to what was going on. All I could think about was Delilah, so when I got handed a message that she was waiting to talk to me, I immediately hurried out to see her, my heart thudding in my chest. I could feel my advisors’ stares at my back.

It was too much to hope that she’d forgiven me already, but was she going to say she could see I was sorry?

Was she going to agree to stay?

My wife stood in front of me waiting impatiently. I was struck again with how incredibly gorgeous and sexy she was. No one on earth compared to her.

Roger and a dark-haired man who I vaguely recognized as one of the palace employees stood behind her, and I felt a sudden frisson of uneasiness. The other man was smiling. . . at my wife, smiling like he had a hope of getting one in return.

“Hello, sweetheart,” I said, trying unsuccessfully to keep the eager anticipation from my voice. “What are you up to?”

A frown line appeared between her brows and she tossed her long dark hair. I noticed her toe start to tap, always a sign that she was a little annoyed.

“I’m not your sweetheart,” she said reprovingly, as my stomach plummeted at the expression on her face. “Please remember that we are no longer together and do not address me as such. I’m about to go outside and Roger and Davies are going to show me how to change the oil in my car. That seems like a good skill I should learn for my future life.”

I struggled to keep my voice calm. “I’m happy to teach you anything you want to learn, Delilah! Of course, as my Queen you would never need to change your own oil.”

She gave me a death glare. “I’m only the Queen for a few more weeks,” she reminded me, and my stomach twisted painfully as I realized she was not, in fact, here to give me any comfort. “I’m just here to give you back my ring.”

Then she held out her hand and I numbly opened mine.

Delilah dropped her engagement and wedding rings into my palm, the sparkle and glint of the huge emeralds only making me feel ill. The rings felt like they burned my skin, and I fought the urge to grab her hand and refuse to let her go unless she put them back on again.

“You know I don’t want this!” I said, and I couldn’t control that my voice had risen several octaves, or the needy plea that cut across my attempts to stay calm.

“You’ll get over it,” my wife said confidently. “Bye now.”

“Please, Delilah,” I hissed, grabbing her arm as gently as I could, and forcing her to turn and look at me. “I don’t want to take the ring. It can’t be over. I swear on my life, honey, I won’t do it again.”

“It’s over,” was all she said, and then she turned to say something to the other man, laughing as she did.

My heart felt like it was getting squeezed in a vice, the pain and jealousy wracking my body.

Who the fuck was this guy?

“At least let me be the one to show you how to change the oil,” I asked, aware that all of my advisors and any staff nearby could see me begging for even 15 minutes’ worth of time with my wife.

“Oh, is this something special you wish you could be the only one to do with me?” Delilah shot back.

Fuck.

I went unhappily back into the conference room and attempted to listen to the latest economic report. But my eyes were glued on the open window, where I could clearly see my wife out on the front lawn with Roger and this other man.

Who was he? Some castle employee who must work with Roger?

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