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ELENA
There was a knock at the door. It was Delma. Her eyes were red, clearly having not slept all night. She stood in the doorway holding clean sheets.
"Lady Elena," she said in a trembling voice. "I have come to change your bedding on Lord Andreas's orders."
I understood then. This was a message. He wanted to show Delma her place. He wanted to show me that he didn't care about her.
I was his wife.
And there was no awakening from this nightmare. Perhaps I didn't even want to wake up from this nightmare.
The pain in Delma's eyes as she stood at the door didn't sadden me. On the contrary, it might even have made me happy.
"You may enter," I said, my voice cold and distant. Knowing she had her eye on my husband, I could no longer be friends with her as before.
Delma bo
