a with blatant approval. "Isabella, on the other hand, understands responsibility. She's nurtur

tant care, the main residence is simply not suitable for dual occupancy. It' s too large, too much commotion." She paused, letting her words sink in.

The master suite. M

, nearly dropping a cup. "But Mrs. Logan, that

duty is to provide an heir. Harper has unfortunately failed in that regard. Isabella

Harper must be so upset. I can manage in my old room, truly. It's just a little cramped for a growing

ch. "Oh! A little kick. You're so strong, my li

g slightly. "Harper, look. This is important. Isabella needs space, tranquility. For the baby. It won't be forever. Just until the child is

s a raw, burning agony spreading through my chest. To be evicted from

nodded. "As you wish, Jensen." My voice

est. He had expected a fight, tears, an argume

She guided his hand to her stomach, her action possessive and deliberate. Jensen, his face softening, immediatel

straight to my room, the west wing, the "adequate" space

utrage! They can't just thr

on my lips. "Don't worry, Mrs. Gable. I won't be staying he

ble, shifting his weight. "Harper, I'm sorry about this mornin

of ice. "You gave my heirloom to your mistress, moved her int

r heir! It's a duty!" His voice rose, tinged with a defensive anger. "You're bei

by discarding wives when a more fertile option appears? Did I know that my

"It's temporary, Harper! All of it! Just for a little while. Once the baby is here, things will se

t was simply... cold. Empty. There

issioned a portrait of herself and the unborn child to hang in the main hall. Jensen was her constant shadow, attending every doctor's appointment, every late-night cravi

geoning family and their fabricated future, I was m