***Completed*** Lady Jessamyn brought home a ten-year-old orphan when she was eight. He was handsome ^_~. She provided him with a place to stay and warm meals. As they grew up, she desired to marry him, despite their differing statuses. As war raged, he signed up for the military, promising to ask for her hand when he was worthy. Two years later, he became more than what he promised he would be. He became the Archduke of Ayberia. But he broke her heart by marrying her friend. Years rolled away; life happened. She married a man who loved her and fell madly in love with him. She didn't think of him again. But fate was cruel; she was widowed at the age of twenty-one. She lost everything. Seven years later, she met a mysterious wolf while she was out at work in the Archduke's fief. She had a fall. The next morning, she found herself on the Archduke's bed. Did fate bring them together again? Or something nefarious is at play? Is this a chance for a second love? Will she find out why he abandoned her in the past? Is it possible to rekindle their old love, or is it too late? ----- Join me in this journey. Your comments and votes are appreciated. Gift me to motivate me. Updates will be daily.
"Heh!" Jessamyn scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. The true Jerrick had emerged the instant she mentioned Imogen.
How was it fair that he could dictate her words, forbidding any mention of his late wife? He could endlessly cherish Imogen's memory, nurturing it tenderly in his heart, yet she was expected to erase every trace of her own husband.
Where was the justice in that? How could he wield such control over her life?
"Jessamyn..." Jerrick took a deep breath, striving for calm.
Since William had revealed Jessamyn's hatred for Imogen, a raw nerve was struck each time she uttered the name. He couldn't bear the thought of Jessamyn despising Imogen, yet it was painfully clear she did.
This helplessness festered into anger, an anger he knew wouldn't aid Jessamyn now, and so he restrained it.
"Do not come closer!" Jessamyn covered her face with her forearms. She didn't want to look at him.