"All you are is a selfish, self-centred, narcistic bastard. walking around disguised as a benevolent caring Duke. You fucking faker." Faye shot back.
Sterling flinched, hearing her curse him and seeing a spark of fury ignite like blue flames in her once gentle eyes. She added, "And I was just unlucky enough to end up being your wife."
Faye pivoted on her heel without another word and stormed away from him and his stifling study, leaving the Duke puzzled. He could have sworn he was going to have to deal with a weeping, sobbing mess of a woman.
Instead, he was left scratching his head at her unexpected response. Although, he was relieved that he did not have to ruthlessly push away a crying wife in front of the servants and knights.
Sir Proud appeared in the entry, and Sterling waved him into the room.
