That’s your 100th Mistress, Time to leave you 9

That’s your 100th Mistress, Time to leave you 9

The words hung in the air, freezing both Sable and the staff in place

The staff awkwardly smiled and quickly made up some excuse to leave

Sable lo 

AX 

1:16 PM

Chapter 10

Who told you to throw away her things?!

He sat on the sofa, radiating fury. The staff stood in a line, trembling.” 

The headbutler wiped sweat from his forehead. Sir, Madam packed her things herself.

Impossible!

He refused to believe it. He didn’t know if he was more enraged by the thought of me wiping away every trace of myself, or by the fact I had the nerve to defy him.§ 

No one dared speak

One of the maids who used to be close with me gathered the courage to whisper, Sirever since you brought Miss Sable back, Madam had been packing gradually. She burned some things, threw others away. None of us touched anything.

His head snapped toward her, his glare sharp enough to cut steel.

The maid flinched under his stare, her voice trembling. ButI think Madam left something for you in the study drawer.

Without hesitation, he stood up and stormed toward the study

His mind was racing. I must be pulling some childish stuntprobably left me one of her handmade trinkets as a peace offering. He never cared for that sentimental crap, but seeing ne take the first step?

Fine. He’d play along. If anything, he owed her for how much he’d been neglecting me lately. He’d leave the antique ring there tooit would cheer me up. I’d come around soon enough. The thought helped settle his nerves.§ 

But the moment he opened that drawer, every comforting illusion shattered into dust.

There it wasstaring back at him in cold, bold black letters against blinding white paper: divorce papers

He froze

Why the hell was this here?

No. I had gone too far.” 

Panic shot through me as he snatched up the papers and flipped straight to the last page. His heart nearly stopped when he saw his own signature

His signature complete with the distinct little hook he always added under the middle character. No one could forge that

But he had no memory of signing this.

That’s your 100th Mistress, Time to leave you

That’s your 100th Mistress, Time to leave you

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