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Although Glynis had been lulled into trusting Alex, down deep she knew that she would never be enough for him. Eventually, Alex’s desire for her would fade, and he would take another. And then another. But Glynis thought he would go to a woman like Catherine Campbell or that Mary back on Skye.
Ùna was just a poor fisherman’s daughter. Glynis never, ever thought Alex would take advantage of an inexperienced young lass who was in no position to refuse him.
How had she been so mistaken about what kind of man her husband was?
Glynis vomited into the grass until there was nothing left inside her. Then she sat on the ground with her head between her knees. When she had the strength to stand, she rose on shaky legs.
Nothing in her life would be as hard as what she had to do now.
She did not allow herself to look back at the cottage where her husband was sinning with a sweet, golden-haired lass. Instead, Glynis balled her hands into fists, stiffened her back, and started back up the path to the castle to pack her things.
She would leave this very day.
CHAPTER 44
Alex sensed there was a bad wind blowing his way as soon as he entered the gate. The men avoided his gaze, and the women sent him accusatory glances from the corners of their eyes. Surely, the body could not have been found already. Alex went over in his mind how he’d tied the rock to it.
He looked for Glynis in the hall. When he did not find her there, he went up to their bedchamber, taking the steps two at a time, and flung the door open. Glynis was on her knees before an open chest, surrounded by gowns. When she looked up, he saw that she had been weeping.
“Glynis, what happened?”
“Perhaps ye should tell me,” she said in a strained voice. She picked up a gown and folded it into a neat rectangle with swift, sharp movements.
“Why are ye angry?” he asked. “And what are ye doing with your clothes?”
“I am leaving.”
Panic rose in Alex’s throat. “I thought we were past this, Glynis. Why would ye leave me? How can ye?”
When she looked up, her eyes were wet but sharp as daggers. “I told ye I would leave if ye took another woman.”
“But I haven’t!” Alex said. “I gave ye a promise, and I swear I haven’t broken it.”
“Another wife might not be troubled by it,” she said, as she folded another gown into a perfect square. “But I told ye I would leave if ye were unfaithful, and I am.”
“Who said something to make ye believe this?” he demanded. “Ye accuse me without even asking me for the truth.”
“So I’ll ask ye,” she said, glaring up at him. “Where were ye last night?”
Ach, the one thing he could not tell her. He had given his word. Besides, Alex was not entirely certain Glynis would think any better of him for covering up a murder and dropping the body at sea. He scratched his neck as he tried to think how best to answer her. It crossed his mind to make up a good story, but he’d promised never to lie to her.
“I can’t say now, but I will tell ye as soon as I can.”
“I thought ye would be quicker with a lie, being such a good storyteller,” she said. “But ye must be tired.”
“I don’t take well to being called a liar.” Alex was starting to get angry himself. “And stop folding your damned clothes.”
“Ye are a liar,” she said, her voice breaking. “I saw ye myself this afternoon.”
“Then your eyes deceive ye.”
“Ye brought flowers to her cottage.”
Alex could not believe what she was accusing him of. “Ye think I’ve taken Ùna to bed?” he said, spreading out his arms. “Why, she’s just a child!”
“Seventeen is no child.” Glynis pressed her lips together and resumed her methodical folding.
It felt like a blow to the chest to learn that Glynis believed he would lure a young lass to his bed who was so fearful of men she could not look one in the eye. After knowing him this long—after living with him as his wife—how could Glynis think so little of him?
