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CHAPTER 8

Tristan

Frustration bubbled within me as I paced the room restlessly, the cup of wine in my hand untouched. The air in the room grew heavy with tension, and I muttered to myself, my thoughts a storm of discontent. On the bed, Tessa lay, her gaze tracing the edges of my bare back. She sensed my turmoil but couldn't point out its source.

Suspicions brewed in Tessa's mind. She hadn't missed how my gaze lingered on the new servant girl we had acquired from the auction house. Her beauty was undeniable, and Tessa, my wife, knew me well enough to recognize the hunger in my eyes. The servant girl had become a silent threat, a symbol of what Tessa couldn't provide—an heir.

Unable to bear the thought of another woman taking her place as my mate, Tessa mustered her courage. She rose from the bed, her silk nightgown rustling softly, and approached me.

"What troubles you, my love?" Tessa's voice was gentle, her eyes filled with concern.

My frustration evident, I glanced at Tessa. "It's nothing
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