“We’ve been married two years, Mrs.

Pembroke,” Zachary said.

“We kept it private because my wife values her peace.

A peace, it seems, that you’ve made a sport of destroying.”

“This is a trick!” Rosalie was on her feet now, coming down off the dais, her train dragging, her face working with something raw.

“She hired him.

She hired an actor to ruin my wedding because she’s a jealous, pathetic—”

“Rosalie, be quiet,” Thaddeus the elder hissed, seizing his new daughter-in-law by the arm and hauling her back.