“I was so happy I had to tell someone.” He shook his head. “I couldn’t have imagined a simple conversation would have led to this.”
“You did nothing wrong.”
Perhaps not, but he had to do something. He couldn’t let his life be destroyed by people’s machinations. He looked at Angeline, the woman he was meant to marry. Their love was too strong to forsake.
He pushed aside the covers and stood up. A moment of dizziness caught him, and he grabbed the bedpost.
Angeline stretched out her arms to steady him. “What are you doing?”
“I must fix this. I have no intention of marrying Miss Taylor.”
“You’re too weak. You must rest.”
“Not a chance. I won’t stay here and do nothing while Lady Redvers ruins my life, our lives. Are you giving up on us without a fight?”
“No, but I don’t know what to do.”
“Would you help me wash and change? I have a plan.”
