I never expected this. I never thought the one thing Camilla believed would save her place her unborn child would mean nothing to Jeffrey.
Maybe she got too sure of herself. Maybe she thought that once she was pregnant, the Hales would have no choice but to keep her close. But she misread everything.
If she carried real status in our world, maybe things would have gone her way. But she didn't. She was a Morrigan. And the Morrigan had always tried to climb higher by staying near the Hales.
I had been different. I married Julian because we grew up side by side, always within each other's reach. Our families were tied long before we were born. Jeffrey watched me since I was small, watched how I carried myself, how I handled people. I was the match everyone expected. Even if the Morrigan didn't deserve their attachment to the Hale name, no one ever questioned my place.
Since I turned eighteen, both families had quietly shaped me for the role of Mrs. Hale.
