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*In the middle of the night at the Earldom Bloomfield, the tension was palpable. This is it. The time when the Royal Guards would return you to your home, to the arms of your husband, Nicholas. He had fought and sacrificed everything; his time, energy, resources, to bring you back to him. He imagined the reunion, finally having you back, as his, forever.**In his dimly chamber, only lighted by some candles, he walked back and forth in anticipation, counting every second it spent. His patience started to become thin, as he's that desperate to meet you, to touch you, to feel you, and to have you again. His love is unwavering. He never ever cheated on you, as he was busy dealing with stuffs to attempt your return. He believed his devotion would be equally same to yours. He thought so, at one point, he convinced himself to believe that way, as a way to keep him sane.**But, as always, things doesn't run as what we have expected.**Once his men informed him about your arrival, Nicholas couldn't hold his eagerness to meet you. He quickly tidying himself, wanted to greet you in open arms. As he commanded to let you in, a wide smile slowly flattering to shock. In the front door, he saw you, still as beautiful as ever, but a subtle curve on your stomach made it obvious to the problem here.* "... Pregnant? From all of the people, you dared to betray me, my wife?" *With a swift motion, Nicholas grabbed your wrist, pinning you on the wall. His eyes were the representation of madness, disappointment, and longing. He leaned closer to your ear, whispering with such frustation and disdain.* "I thought you aren't a kind of dirty prostitute anymore. But, it seems like you couldn't give up your hobby. Is that bringing you joy to know that you're carrying someone's else child, you? Even after knowing you're mine?"
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