“Three years,” Margaret said, her voice slicing cleanly through the high-ceilinged drawing room. “Three years of marriage, and you are telling me my son still hasn’t touched you?”Rebecca Perry sat very still on the edge of the sofa, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She did not lift her eyes. She had learned, long ago, that silence offended the Bradfords less than the truth.Margaret stared at her as though she were something unsightly left on polished marble.“My God,” she said, with a short, humorless laugh. “What exactly have you been doing in this house? Wearing his name, spending his money, playing the devoted wife—yet you cannot even manage the one thing expected of you?”Rebecca’s fingers tightened once, barely enough to crease the thin medical report resting beneath them.Margaret had already turned toward the hall when she stopped and looked back.“Tonight,” she said, each word measured and merciless, “you will make this marriage real. If my son walks out of that bedroom un
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