The next morning, Maggie prepared to go collect her belongings at the Huntington Hall with Edgar and several footmen. Unexpectedly, when she came down for breakfast, she spotted her lord husband at the dining table.
"Percy," she said with a hint of astonishment. "I thought you already left for your morning ride."
Percy beamed at her on top of his steepled hands.
"Today, my wife is going back to Huntington Hall for the last time. You wouldn't think I want to miss the chance to accompany you."
"Awww," Maggie crooned. "That's great. I am going to show you the house while I am at it."
With what little independence she had. After all, she was no longer the mistress of Huntington Hall. From now on, everything belonged to the new Earl of Huntington, Aiden Blanchard.
Maggie inhaled a shaky breath, the weight of the realization settling on her shoulders. Letting go of the past was a bitter pill to swallow.