Chapter 57 - A Husband's Return, A Wife's Bruise

"Please, Your Grace, I beg you to reconsider!" Juliette sobbed, her earlier confidence completely shattered. Tears streamed down her face as she remained on her knees, clutching at the hem of my dress. "The dungeons... you don't know what's down there!"

I stepped back, gently pulling my dress from her grasp. "What I know is that you struck me—the Duchess of Thorne—after months of undermining me and spying for Lady Rowena."

"I made a mistake! I was angry!" Her mascara ran in dark rivulets down her cheeks. "Please, just dismiss me instead!"

Despite her pleading, I remained unmoved. The sting on my cheek reminded me of all the subtle cruelties I'd endured since arriving at Thorne Manor. From the whispers behind my back to the intentional "mistakes" that left my meals cold or my bath water tepid.

"Your Grace," Alistair said, returning with a tall footman behind him. "Thomas will escort the prisoner to the cells."