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Tears blurred my eyes and I wanted to flee, but I was frozen in place. My hands tightened on the wood of the door, sending splinters deep into my palms, but it was nothing to the pain and rage I felt.

He wasn’t stopping.

Nothing I tried worked.

It was all fucking useless, because he planned to continue cheating.

“Here are the expense reports for the palace,” my friend said sharply, and I saw Alexander lift his head to look at her.

“What’s wrong with you, Libby?”

Libby tightened her lips, her short silvery hair seeming to bristle with anger. She gestured at where Julia had left the room and then back at my husband. “I’m talking about this. I’m talking about what you’re doing to your marriage.”

I saw Alexander’s eyes narrow when she said the word marriage.

“There’s nothing wrong with my marriage,” he said steadily. “You let me worry about Delilah. She’s crazy about me. She wouldn’t ever rock the boat.”

I looked down at myself, my body burning with shame as I saw the slinky white gown, my pebbled nipples visible against the thin fabric, the dress clinging to the v of my pussy.

I had been such an idiot.

This dress wouldn’t do a damn thing. He’d take it off, give me that megawatt grin, fuck me until I was breathless with longing for him, then turn around and fuck Julia the next day.

The filthy, rotten, cheating bastard!

The anger pulsed through me, cold rage making me think clearly for the first time in months.

Not rock the boat? I was going to do something even better than rock the boat.

I was going to fucking sink it. I wanted fucking out. Then he could have as many mistresses as he wanted. I just wouldn’t be there for it to shatter my heart every time.

First, I went to my room and changed into sweatpants and a T-shirt. I was done wearing uncomfortable clothes just to please Alexander. I ran a hand impatiently through my frizzy straightened hair. And fuck straightening my hair, too. I didn’t have any time for that.

Once I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked a bit like shit, but at least my eyes were dry.

I was done crying over Alexander Levesque.

Then I left and went to find Libby.

“I heard what you told Alexander,” I said. “Firstly, thank you for standing up for me. I feel like you’re my only friend in the palace.”

“What do you want to do?” she asked.

“I want to get the fuck out of this marriage,” I said. “Let’s go see how easily that can be done.”

Magnus and Roger were sitting at their kitchen table, Roger making afternoon tea while Magnus did some cross-stitching on his ceremonial robes.

“Magnus,” I said. “I need you to help me look through the archives. I need the easiest way to get out of being married to the King.”

The Archbishop looked at me over his spectacles.

“I’m in,” he said promptly. “But I have to warn you that divorce is a lengthy process in Norjava. If your husband doesn’t agree to an immediate split, it could take months for it to be final.”

I ground my teeth. “I don’t have months!” I said. “I want to ditch my dirty cheating husband as soon as I can.”

“Well, then,” Magnus said. “To the library we shall go. Roger!” he suddenly barked to his long-suffering husband. “Get the thermal flasks for the tea. It’s time for a deep dive.”

CHAPTER 5

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