BRINGING MY WIFE BACK
Hugh let out a low chuckle, sharp and mocking.
“Because you deserve it,” he answered without hesitation.
Atthy clenched her fists. Her emotions surged, but she knew this was not the time to react recklessly.
“The honorable Lord Duke Hugh Ethan Griffith...” she said sharply, every word clear and deliberate, “the woman standing before you right now is your wife—not some woman hired to entertain you in bed.”
Hugh fell silent. His gaze lingered on her, deeper now, as if searching for something in her face.
Then, suddenly, he released her wrists.
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