Bab 169: So Close and Yet, So Far

13 August, 1360. Westerhaven Palace, Islia

An eternity.

It had been six days and an eternity since William had returned to Westerhaven, almost bouncing with relief and joy, only to find everything had changed.

The life he'd left behind and expected to return to, no longer existed.

He hadn't gone back to speak to Camilla again since that terrible encounter on his first day back. In his mind, there wasn't anything left to say. He'd given her a choice and she'd clearly made it.

She didn't choose him.

That had really fucking hurt, that she had chosen a baby she'd never met or even mentioned wanting, over him. When William knew that if the roles were reversed, there was nothing and no one he would've chosen over his wife.

Perhaps I love her more than she loves me, he mused. It was truly pitiful that he, of all people, had ended up in such a situation.