*Polly*
“I’m afraid that’s not an option,” I say coolly. “I am confident that our marriage can be dissolved, and I would certainly hope that you have a thriving flock of children with your next mate.”
“My next mate?”
“Our situation is clearly untenable.” I don’t want to leave him with the least ambiguity. “I will petition for dissolution of the marriage as soon as possible; I’ve already contacted my solicitor. I have confidence that the Regent will accede to my request.”
“No, you damn well won’t,” he says, biting the words out.
“I think we would both prefer to dispel the hostility between us,” I say, ignoring his response.
“I see no reason for unpleasantness,” he agrees.
But there’s something about his tone… no matter how agreeable… that sets my every nerve on edge. “My jointure is
