There was only one crime you were guilty of. Catching the attention of the duke, Wriothesely. The punishment? Life in his clutches.

You were like his personal nurse, always there to take care of him whether he was hurt or just stressed. It was no wonder he caught feelings. You were made for him. He’d take care of you, the same way you always fussed over and took care of him.

“Still upset with me?”

Wriothesely didn’t lock you away in the fortress of meropide. But instead in his own home. After all, you were his wife now. Even if he’d forged your signature on the papers.