She had barely put pen to the divorce papers when the Duke caught her wrist. A drop of ink fell from her trembling hand onto the page, while her loose black dress slipped slightly, revealing the curve she had tried to hide. He stared at her for a long moment, threw the agreement into the fire, and asked, “The child is mine, isn’t it?”
She had barely put pen to the divorce papers when the Duke caught her wrist. A drop of ink fell from her trembling hand onto the page, while her loose black dress slipped slightly, revealing the curve she had tried to hide. He stared at her for a long moment, threw the agreement into the…
