“Yes, it has,” Fiona replied, her voice trembling as she avoided meeting his eyes. She attempted to leave, but Harry grabbed her arm.
“What are you—”
Fiona’s chest froze as her gaze landed on a strawberry-blonde woman standing beside him. The woman, the one who had taken everything from Fiona, smiled at her.
“Lady Fiona, it’s been so long! Do you remember me?” the woman asked with a feigned innocence.
(How could I ever forget?)
Fiona furrowed her brows and turned her face away.
“We’re married now!” the woman continued, proudly showing off her ring—a modest diamond embedded in the band.
“Catherine, stop,” Harry muttered, trying to restrain her, but Catherine merely chuckled.
“Why? Isn’t it fine? After all, I have Lady Fiona to thank for my happiness. Isn’t that right?”
“What do you mean… your happiness is thanks to me?” Fiona’s voice trembled with barely contained anger.
“Why, of course! My happiness wouldn’t have been possible without you. I’m ever so grateful! Isn’t that right, Harry?”
“Uh… well…” Harry faltered.
(How dare you… How dare you!)
Fiona’s nails dug into her palms as rage bubbled inside her. She wanted to slap Catherine, to scream at her, to make her feel the pain she had endured. But Fiona knew she couldn’t bring herself to act on those impulses. She bit her lip, trying to hold back her emotions.
“Wait, are you saying I’m the one at fault here? Isn’t it your own lack of charm that made Harry leave you? Playing the victim is rather unbecoming, don’t you think? Honestly, you should have let go of him sooner. And then you went and got pregnant!” Catherine said with a cruel laugh.
Fiona couldn’t bear it anymore.
“Step away from Fiona,” a commanding voice interrupted.
Asher appeared, stepping between Fiona and the others. Tears welled up in Fiona’s eyes as she felt a surge of relief.
(Lord Asher…)
The pain and anguish in her heart lifted as she clung tightly to Asher’s arm.
“And who might you be? This doesn’t concern you,” Catherine said dismissively.
“Wha—! The Duke of Jorvia!?” Harry exclaimed, recognizing Asher’s face. He hastily clamped his hand over Catherine’s mouth and bowed deeply. “It’s an honor to see you again, Your Grace.”
“The Duke of Jorvia…?” Catherine’s eyes lit up with intrigue.
“Yes, so please mind your words,” Harry hissed at her, but Catherine leaned forward, undeterred.
"Impressive, Lord Harry! To think you’re acquainted with someone so important,” Catherine exclaimed, her eyes gleaming. “But wait… why did His Grace call Lady Fiona by her name?”
“Because Fiona is my wife,” Asher declared coldly.
“What?!” Catherine gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief.
“No… it can’t be true. Lady Fiona… the Duchess?”
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