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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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''The necklace looks good on you, madam.''

''Thank you, Dahlia. Old Fred gave this to me as a gift. Though I always complain how hard he works too much, I can't say no to the presents he gives.''

''Well, no one can say no to presents,'' Isla chuckled as she carried a small pot of flower in front of the window, to the middle-aged woman, waiting near the table.

The middle-aged woman is the wife of Old Fred, Maria. She is a very lovely person and a close friend of Madam edith. She was one of the people Isla truly liked in the village.

''Is this the flower, madam?'' asked Isla, placing the small pot on the wooden countertop.

''Yes dear. Thank you very much. I also have to thank you for the lavender leaves you gave to Old Fred.'' said Maria with a wrinkled smile.

''Then, you can take this–''