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Chapter Eight

Mary couldn't believehe was hurting her all over again. "You want me to sign...a contract."

"Yes."

Her eyes were blurry as she opened the attachment he had emailed her. A contract didn't have to be that...bad.Right?

She took a deep breath as she forced herself to start reading.

There were so many pages, and her eyes became even blurrier with tears. There were so many clauses covering separation, more clauses covering infidelity, and more than a few pages' worth of clauses when it came to money.

She tried to find a way to make the words more palatable, but no matter how smart she was, all of it amounted to just one thing alone.

This contract was all about the Duke of Flanders' right to treat his mistress like a whore if he wanted to, cheat on her if he so desired...and in exchange, she was supposed to happy about theprivilegeof spreading her legs before His Grace.

"Did you..." Mary swallowed hard. "D-Did you read this?"

Rathe forced himself to lie. "Yes." The truth was, he had been unable to bear reading a single word...since Wilson had told him the contract he had given Rathe was the exact same contract his father had once made his mother sign.

Mary's heart broke at the duke's answer. "Why?"

"Why not?"

"B-Because this isn't how it's supposed to be—-"

"If you really love me like you said you do," he forced himself to say, "then why is it so hard for you to fucking sign this?"

All Mary could do was look at him.

That he could even ask her such a thing...

Panic gripped the duke's chest when Mary rose clumsily to her feet, but he forced himself to stay still. "I am not the type to chase after a woman."

A painful smile touched her lips. "I don't expect you to."

"Then go."

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