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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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It's been five years (4)

''Sorry Isla. because of me, that maid does not put you in her eyes.'' Dante mumbled while walking to the exit of the castle. The servants who noticed him, immediately went to the side and tried to reduce their presence while paying their respects.

The duke of now was much scarier than the duke of then. Unlike Olivia, they were smart to keep their mouths shut around his presence.

Dante walked past the servants, without paying attention to their fearful faces. His footsteps hastened the more as he reached the outside and turned to the side, where the garden was in the compound of the duchy.

Seeing the familiar narrow path and many closed red petals on the green bushes, Dante slowed down his steps as the anger in his heart slowly floated away. Whenever he was feeling down or restless about his wife's absence, the garden has been his solace for happiness and peace.