Gisela's POV:
Leopold's face shifted drastically, his voice thick with sheer disbelief. "Why?"
Why?
A bitter, self-mocking smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.
Was I supposed to spell it out for him? That when I agreed to this arranged marriage contract all those years ago, I never cared a whit for his noble title, power, or fortune. I only said yes because I was head over heels in love with him.
And that I was dead set on leaving now because I couldn't bear the fact that my own husband had never, not for a single second, carried anyone but another woman in his heart?
I didn't even dare picture the sneering, contemptuous look he'd wear if I ever laid all that bare.
I let out a rough, hoarse little laugh. "Since you've already made sure I won't hurt Anastasia, Marquis, there's no
