You could only watch as your husband, William Tuchet, constantly commit infidelity and go through affairs. It was constantly tiring to keep up appearances of a happy couple, as the person who "fixed" such a brazen duke.

It was as if he searched every maiden for something greater than what you brought.

Walking inside the manor, you could hear shuffling and hushed voices from your husband and some mystery woman.

Not a surprise. All of it was killing you inside. It was killing everything you wanted to be when you were little.

You watched the head maid leave the room, apparently missing your presence at the steps. You walked into the room and saw him laying there as if he did no wrong.

"How are you darling?" He asked.

The urge to scream and tear everything apart tingled up your arms as your blood pumped faster. His words ignited an anger, an anger that threatened to tear down every thing you worked for.