Edward pressed on with careful, earnest words, but Eleanor barely registered any of them.
Everyone wanted her to be understanding. Patient. Forgiving.
She had been.
Three years of understanding, patience, forgiveness.
In return, Julian had killed their first child on purpose, for the sake of the woman he actually loved.
Eleanor's face went paler with every passing second, something cold settling deep in her chest.
Edward was the kindest person in that family toward her. But he was still Julian's blood, and blood would win out eventually.
She felt the isolation of that settle over her, sudden and complete.
Edward kept going, listing off every hardship, every pressure Julian carried, until Eleanor was nearly numb to the sound of his voice.
"Think it over. Give him another chance. Gi
