My heart skipped a beat, and my eyes widened in pure shock.
B-Betrothed?
I blinked, glancing at Sloane, secretly hoping I'd heard wrong, but she remained with a smile as she gauged my reaction.
A foreign feeling grasped my entire body, drowned by rounds of chills. Of course. Drevon married me on a whim; it would've been odd if he hadn't had a lover waiting for him back home.
I hated the way my insides coiled just by the thought of it; the words he'd said to me at breakfast days ago quickly turned into a deception.
Did I honestly believe his sweet words? About being the only woman he desired?
Reckoning from the way I felt, maybe I did, just a tiny bit.
"Please sit, Lady Eloise, there is no need to be so nervous," Sloane cooed, and I wanted to snarl at her like an animal for her courtesy.
Deep breaths, Eloise. My sole focus right now should be surviving this meeting, unscarred. I wish I could say the same for my poor heart.
