After six years at war, my fiancé returned with another woman and their child, refusing to abandon them.
Burdened by duchess duties, I endured his neglect.
“You’re not the duchess yet,” he said coldly.
So I ended it.
“Your Majesty, how free am I?” I dared to ask.
“Do as you wish,” Kalian replied, amused.
“Sell the empire—just don’t give it away. You speak for me now.”
…What if I did?
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