maid, much less your paramour. She suggested that I wait until I matured, then cast my eye on your coachman, or any one of your hundred other male servantsâexcluding, of course, your valet and butler, who would shudder at my lack of breeding.â Even after all these years, memories of Lizaâs cold tirade brought tears of humiliation to Brigitteâs eyes. âI remember my stunned disenchantmentâwhere was that fairy-tale princess Iâd envied for so long? Then, Lizaâs words sank in, and I realized that, cruel as her intentions might be, her assertions were correct. Weâre all equal in the eyes of the Lord, but not in the eyes of others. Therefore, regardless of how good and honorable I was, I had no place in your life.
âKeeping that in mind, I heard your sister out, then gathered up the skirts of my less-than-acceptable gown and marched off. I held my chin high, not because I felt defiant, but because I refused to cry in Lizaâs presence. Nor did Iâuntil I reached my home and my bed. There, I wept and wept until my tears and my dream had washed away.â
âBrigitte â¦â It wasnât until Eric said her name that Brigitte realized he was holding her face, his thumbs capturing her tears.
âThat confrontation didnât change anything, you know,â she whispered. âNot really. Liza destroyed my hope, but not my love. I never stopped loving you, Eric. I never will.Especially since that afternoon in your chambers.â Brigitte smiled softly. âRegardless of how little our physical joining meant to youâto me, it meant everything.â
Squeezing his eyes shut, Eric groaned, stark emotion slashing his features. Then, he enfolded Brigitte against him, pressing her cheek to his heart. For long moments he said nothing, just held her, stroking her hair with a shaking hand.
At last he spoke.
âEverything youâve said about Liza is true. With one exception. Who she was, what she becameâ was my fault. I was the one who molded her character. I catered to her every whim, purchased the world for her in order to compensate for our parentsâ deaths, devoted my entire life to her happiness.â
âWhat about your life?â Brigitte asked the question that had plagued her for years. âFriends? Acquaintances?â A pause. âWomen?â
âI was thirteen when my mother and father died. In truth, I never missed them; most likely because I scarcely knew them. I was raised by a governess and sent off to school the instant I could read. Even during holidays, my parents werenât home. They were far too restless to remain at Farrington; they were always dashing off on one adventure or another. I thought Lizaâs birth would encourage them to settle down. It didnât. When she was four months old, they sailed on an expedition to India. There was a horrible storm. Their ship sank. Suddenly, I was the Earl of Farringtonâoverseer of a neglected estate, faltering businesses, and a newborn babe. My childhoodâwhatever there was of itâcame to an abrupt end. Thus, to answer your question, I had no time for diversions, no time for anything but work and Liza. Acquaintances? I had scores of them through my business dealings. Friends? I had none. Women?â Roughly, Eric cleared his throat. âWhen I needed one, I sought one out.â
If Brigitte loved her husband before, she loved him all the more nowânow that she understood the magnitude of his sacrifice. âSo Liza was unused to sharing you with anyone.â
âIndeed. She was also unused to sharing my money.â Ericinhaled sharply. âShall I tell you why she ran off?â He didnât wait for a reply. âBecause I lost my fortune. It was that simple. When Liza was sixteen, I made one immense, unwise investment, and suddenly my wealth vanished. I waited until I had no choice but to tell herâalthough, fool that I was, I
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