Win Back Her Heart

Synopsis

My union with General Alexander Grant was secured by my father's life's work—a military career bartered for an alliance. On our wedding night, the air in the bedchamber grew colder than the stone walls. He placed a silver-chased dagger on the oak table, its gleam sharp against the candlelight. "Ms. Wynn." His voice was distant, frozen. "My heart has long been given. Keep this blade as testament to your untouched honor." His heart belonged to Lillian Moore, his cousin and childhood companion. "Once the Northern Marches are secure, I shall petition the king for your freedom." I glanced at the cold steel and offered a faint smile. "Thank you, General." But when Lillian returned, and I laid the divorce petition before him, he did not simply sign them. He tore the pages apart. His eyes bloodshot, he seized my wrist, the words rough and unyielding. "Evelyn. Where do you think you are going?"