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There was nothing I had done wrong except stupidly believe him when he said he loved me.

“You should try learning your own history,” I said. “There’s a clause that says the bride not being a virgin is potential grounds for annulment.” I smirked. “And I was not a virgin.”

I walked back to the document pack and flipped to the page.

“Look, I’ve helpfully tabbed it.”

My fluorescent nails tapped on a name. “Signed by the Archbishop, too. Sorry, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

I thrust the documents at him and then turned to leave again, moving rapidly past him.

When my hand hit the doorknob, I heard Alexander bite out to the other woman in his bed. “Get out, Julia!”

Maybe he was planning on Jewel being the next Queen. I couldn’t feel sorry for Julia, though.

She was making little protesting noises, and the King roared, in a voice I had never heard him use before,

“I said, get out!”

But I had already slipped past his heavy bedroom door and was walking down the hallway, feeling light as a feather as I headed back to my room.

30 more days!

Then I would be free of him forever.

But I wasn’t free of him yet, and I heard him running down the hallway after me.

CHAPTER 6

Alexander

“Delilah, stop! Delilah!”

I was feeling pissed-off and irritable. This shit was not funny.

But my wife did not stop.

Yanking my sweatpants up, I could feel the condom sagging off my dick, which had immediately gone soft at the idea of my wife ever leaving me.

The budget meeting had ended unexpectedly early and Julia was there, begging to get screwed. And I did what I had always done, took some easy pussy at the exact moment I wanted it, a momentary excitement that I’d forget about two seconds later because it meant nothing to me. She had been asking for weeks and there had been time for a quick fuck before starting the nighttime routine that had become a steady daily habit for me.

I always went to Delilah’s room for a drink and an episode of that British cooking show she loved to watch. She’d sit on my lap in the big chair or snuggle up against me in bed as we waited to find out whose biscuits had flopped that week. Then she’d fuck me like she always did. Long, slow strokes on my cock, her mouth endlessly patient, building me up slowly until I’d explode. God, her mouth was incredible. Hands-down the best blowjobs I’d ever had. Or I’d pull her onto my lap, and she’d grind on me, as slow or fast as I wanted, her pussy wet and willing, her soft mouth always eager to kiss mine.

Why had my wife burst in like that?

“You know you’re not supposed to come in my room without knocking,” I hissed at her, aware that, despite the fact that it was almost 10 pm, there were plenty of palace staff around, listening avidly while pretending not to.

“Oh please,” she said as I skidded in front of her, stopping my wife in her tracks. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Like the last time I caught you fucking cheating on me.”

I felt even more irritated.

“Let’s just forget this and go to bed,” I said.

I was dying to get this condom off and have sex with Delilah. She was the only one I didn’t use a condom with because she was my wife and on the pill. I didn’t know if I could have sex again with Julia after this. Her whole face was going to have negative associations for me.

Delilah put her hand on her hip. I couldn’t help noticing that her hair looked different. It was all curly and wild, tied up in a messy bun that meant her dark glossy curls fell over her elegant neck.

It looked sexy as fuck, and I wanted even more to stop talking about this so we could go back to our normal routine.

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