By the time I finished, the tea was cold and they both looked ready to throw either a heart attack or a stroke. Or both.
Which wasn’t nice, or what I wished them, because none of that was their fault.
“But … you do have a mark” Harold objected, gesturing towards my neck. “I can see it”.
“I paid a witch to create a glamour, to save Lucian’s face” I replied coldly. “To protect his reputation. That has been my job for the past two years”.
After that, they stayed silent for a moment, taking in all that. I could understand it’d take a moment: after all, Lucian and I had always played happy couple. Realizing that not only their son had been photographed with another woman – none other than their other daughter-in-law, but that he had also been divorced, had to be a hard blow – both for their
