Chapter 75

Xavier

The servant hung behind me like a shadow. I could tell she was nervous to be giving me the news of Alyssa’s illness. But I was not an idiot.

Something else was going on here.

I sighed heavily and waved her off with a curt thank you, and the servant fluttered out of my chambers—likely glad to be away from my brooding company.

It wasn’t that I was disappointed the ceremony was canceled. Not in the slightest. But I had been dreading this day for far too long, and I was desperate to get the damn thing over with.

I didn’t know what Alyssa’s games were, but she was certainly playing at something. The Northerners always were playing at something.

None of this had been right to begin with. This marriage was beginning to feel like more and more of a fraud with each passing day. Alyssa and I did not compliment one another. We did not sit well together. We barely spoke, in fact.

I felt nothing for her. And I was almost certain she felt nothing with me. And I was not a braindead foo