A woman from a fertile family is sold to a dying duke needing an heir. Despite potions and advice, she fails to conceive.
“Any signs?”
“None, sorry.”
“Useless.”
She hides her anger—she won the role by luck.
Her cold husband hates touch, so she cares for him. Once he recovers, she plans to leave.
But the revived duke has other ideas.
“You promised an heir.”
“You’re healed—we’re done!”
“Marriage is sacred.” He smirks, holding the unsigned annulment. “We’re still wed.”
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