She was left at the altar.
He stopped believing in love the day the war left its mark on his face.
Ada never asked for a fairytale. She just wanted respect. But after being humiliated on her wedding day in front of the entire town, even that felt like too much to hope for.
Duke Albert never cared for high society, and society never cared for him especially after the war turned him from a decorated soldier into a scarred recluse. With no interest in love, and even less in being paraded like a noble prize, he prefers a life of silence, structure, and solitude.
But fate doesn't always ask.
When Albert's grandmother arranges a marriage between him and the woman no one else dared to claim, neither expects anything more than polite tolerance. Yet as quiet understanding grows between them, so does something neither of them believe in anymore*hope.*
A slow-burn historical romance about second chances, quiet strength, and love that blooms not from perfection, but from shared scars
Love isn't something you divide like slices of bread. It's whole or it's nothing." she thought.
Amina grew up in a place where polygamy was debated more than understood. Bold, opinionated, and certain of what she wanted, she promised herself she'd never be second to anyone. But life has a way of rewriting even the strongest vows.
Now married to a righteous man with another wife, Amina is torn between faith, love, and the quiet betrayal of her own ideals. As jealousy simmers and silence deepens, she must confront the question she once dismissed:
Can a woman ever truly accept a love divided?