A Torturous Marriage: A Second Chance Marriage Novel by Camille Oster

Author:Camille Oster [Oster, Camille]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-05-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter twenty-four

Valentine was drunk and he hated everything about the evening—the stupid card game, the inane conversation, and the tedious company. Harry was in his element, and Valentine didn’t know why he’d let himself be convinced to come here. Because what else would he do? This was what they’d always done, but he couldn’t settle. It was as if he couldn’t settle in his life anymore. Still, he drank and did so heavily, because he didn’t know what else to do.

His mission, his task of achieving justice had been so consuming, he now had nothing else other than these distractions—which weren’t serving as distractions.

“Now, how is married life treating you?” Wesley Townsend asked, sitting down in the chair next to him. “Blissful happiness?”

“How is married life treating you?” Valentine shot back. If he wasn’t drunk, he could probably devise a much better return. Townsend had always been a wheedling fellow, out to cause trouble wherever he went. He had his circle of friends and they were a group who thought well of themselves.

“Well, my wife is at home where she belongs,” he stated.

What did that mean? Did he know the state of their marriage? Did he know where she was?

What could he say? There was no simple way of refuting it if she had been seen somewhere. He also couldn’t bring himself to ask.

“Seems the little birdy has flown the coup,” Wesley continued. Oh, the weasel loved this, and Valentine hated being on the back foot. On the other hand, he was beyond curious where she was, because there had been no messages from her. All he knew was that she’d been dropped off in Holborn.

At one point, he’d considered hiring a man to find her, but his pride had stopped him. She’d be in touch when things became difficult for her, he’d decided.

“This little bird seems to have her eye on the songs of Haymarket.”

What? Haymarket? What was he saying? Why was he using these stupid cryptic messages? He couldn’t ask the man to clarify either, because that would be admitting he didn’t know where his wife was.

"But she always liked being the center of attention, didn't she? Seems that ambition is stronger than ever. I had thought her virtue was stronger.”

Obviously he didn’t know her, because being the center of attention was not foremost in her deluded mind. Other things were. “Her virtue never was and never will be your business,” Valentine replied tartly.

“Given time, her virtue will be anybody’s,” Townsend said and rose from his chair.

A statement like that deserved a response, but he’d look even stupider if he defended his wife’s honor if she was out being the center of attention in Haymarket. A tactical retreat was the best option here, and he hated it, because all he wanted to do was thrash this man. But clearly he needed to know what the situation was.

“Harry, we’re leaving.”

“But the game.”

“Now,” he said with a growl. Harry understood from his tone that he wasn’t willing to wait.

“What’s happened?”

“We need to go to Haymarket.

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