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Holding his gaze, Beth drew in a deep breath, finally understanding the anger that coursed through his veins. "Do you remember what I said to you at the ball?"
He gritted his teeth. "You said a lot of things. None of which were true as I know now."
"Don't lie to yourself," Beth counselled,hoping that she would find a way through the barrier he had erected around himself. "I am not the enemy. I did not set out to hurt you, to trap you into marriage. This came as quite a shock to me as well. However, I freely admit that I do not mind being married to you, and that has nothing to do with your title and everything with the man you are."
At her words, he swallowed, and his eyes softened as the tension in his shoulders dissipated.
Encouraged, Beth took a step closer, her gaze holding his. "That night, I told you that you had a kind soul, that you seemed to be looking for something honest, but that a part of you feared that you would never find it."
Averting his eyes, her husband took a step back.
"Tristan," Beth whispered, closing the distance between them. "Is that why you resent me so? Not because I allowed you to believe I was of your station but because you fear to have lost the chance for the one thing you've always wanted: finding someone to love?" As she spoke,Beth could see the effects of her words on his face and knew them to be true as though he had confirmed them.
"None of that matters now," he said, his head still bowed, a look of defeat in his eyes as he turned toward the door.
"Of course, it does." Before he could leave,Beth reached out and caught him by the arm, determinedly pulling him back.
Surprised, he stared at her, his eyes searching her face.
"Why did you follow me?" she asked, a slow smile curling up her lips as her heart hammered in her chest. Never had she felt so daring, and yet, she knew that she would lose him if she didn't fight for him now. How had this happened? A week ago she hadn't even known him, and now, the thought of not seeing him every day upset her deeply.