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His Unforgiving Duchess

"Isla." Staring at relief, regret, happiness and maybe....love, Isla could not believe the man at her front was her husband, even if his appearance had not changed since her escape from the Hayes Duchy. Compared to the indifference he clearly expressed during their five years of marriage, she wanted to laugh out loud, as she understood the reason for his disgusting emotions. "Duke, you finally decided to find me, after your wife's child was proven not to be yours?" Sarcasm laced her tone as painful memories resurfaced in Isla's head. Duke Hayes looked at his first wife, who gave him nothing but pure love in their marriage. However, he pursued another love with intentions and now he became the biggest fool. "Isla, I know I do not owe you an explanation, but please think of our child." he begged, desperately. He wanted her and the child back in his life. The child that links him to Isla, his one and only real wife. The person who loved him and he will do anything to bring back that love. "Our child or my child, Duke?" Isla sharply retorted. Then, with a blank stare, she warned icily. " Choose your words carefully, Dante." The Trial Love Series: His Unforgiving Duchess. His Arrogant Marchioness. (2024-2025) His Cold Baroness. (Coming soon) To be in touch with me: Instagram and tiktok username: b.sowunmi Join my Discord server: https://discord.gg/bkWcVw79cd DO NOT USE THE NOVEL COVER WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! Commissioned by r.voh.k on Instagram.

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His Deep Regrets (1)

''Welcome back, your grace.'' Back at the Hayes duchy, Dante was welcomed back by the usual lined-up servants and Spencer standing in front of them.

Out of habit, Dante's eyes shifted to the spot beside Spencer. There was a time a silver-haired woman always greeted him with a bright smile. Her blue eyes were only on him, twinkling like the stars and revealing how much she loved him.

'Welcome back, your grace.' She had been the one who uttered those words and not spencer.

'Isla…' Dante staggered down from the steps affixed to the carriage. One of his hands stretched towards that empty spot that had nothing but a fading memory. A fading person who was his wife.

''Your grace?!'' The hearts of the servants watching the stumbling duke leaped out from their chest. They rushed forward to stop the duke from falling to his death.