Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 106

"So, did you marry me because you truly liked me, or simply because your mother chose me for you?" Barrett asked softly.

Carissa replied, "That question is pointless."

"I want to know," he insisted quickly.

Carissa's brow furrowed again. "Barrett, you've never understood your place. When you were my husband, you didn't get it. You're Aurora's husband now, and you still don't get it."

Barrett's eyes darkened as he looked at her, his tone turning cold.

"So, you never really liked me. You married me only because your mother told you to. I knew it! I just wanted to have another wife, but you immediately went to the palace to request a divorce. You never had any feelings for me. You were the one who was heartless first, but you made it seem like I wronged you!"

Hearing that, Carissa grew exasperated.

"Whether I had feelings for you or not is beside the point. From the day I entered the Warren family, I served your parents without a single day of neglect.

"I did my duty. I was devoted and respectful, and I waited for your triumphant return. And you? You promised me when you proposed, and before you left for battle, you told me to wait. I waited a year, only for you to come back and inform me that you had used your military achievements to take Aurora as a wife.

"Barrett, I fulfilled my duties as a daughter-in-law and a wife. From the moment I married into your family to the day I left, I have a clear conscience. And you? Can you look me in the eye today and tell me, with a clear conscience, that you kept your promises to me and my mother?"

Barrett was left speechless.

Seeing his expression, Carissa felt the suffocating weight of the moment and turned to leave.

She had intended to go over the siege plan one more time, but with a great battle looming, she couldn't bear to be entangled in such personal matters.

She had to leave.

Barrett stared blankly at her retreating figure.

She was right. What right did he have to accuse her? What right did he have to demand her affection?

Some wounds had already been inflicted. What was the point in dwelling on them?