“Winter, I’m pregnant with Hayden’s child.”

So please divorce him. I can’t raise the baby without a father.

With that ever-lovely smile she often wore, my dearest friend confessed she was carrying my husband’s child.

“You’re a Marchioness, and yet you’re being terribly shortsighted. Just adopt the child and raise it.”

The husband who had always been so kind to me looked at me with a cold expression I had never seen before, now that he knew everything.

The more I struggled to get a divorce, the more secrets hidden within our marriage began to unravel, one by one.

Caught in a mire I couldn’t escape, I was about to give up everything and simply close my eyes. Just then.

“I told you not to act so pathetic.”

The one who abandoned me and ran away—my savior—returned.

“Beg, Winter. Ask to be saved.”

“If you can’t divorce your husband based on his faults, then you just have to make it the wife’s fault.”

A large hand gripped my chin. My chin was lifted high, as if in proportion to his height.

“Hurry up and answer, Winter.”

Will you remain a lofty Marchioness as you are now, or will you become a beast just like them?

Violet eyes, darkened with desire, blazed with a piercing light.

His relentless pursuit left me completely unable to regain my composure.

Save me, Eugene, please.

The words that had hovered on the tip of my tongue slipped out so easily.

It was the moment I realized that beneath the mire, there was yet another waiting.

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