Chapter Thirty
She could see it all now. Every last thing had become hideously clear. He had already been thinking of children when she had made that reckless proposal. Not because he particularly liked children, but because he needed an heir. And along she had come presentable, intelligent, and wealthy in her own right, dangling the Dexter shares as temptation! Those shares had been the deciding factor, and now he had them, and he would have the heir he'd wanted so what possible use could he have for a wife? Tears were streaming down her cheeks, blinding her, and she stumbled through a thicket of shrubs, not knowing or caring what she was doing, and she heard him call her name. He was close behind and there was nowhere to go, and she hated herself for the weakness of tears because now he would know. '
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