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So I had people watch them closely.
Through Yvonne's inner voice, I learned that Wilson planned to drug Yvonne and send her to Duke Cecil's bed to protect his steward son from penalty for theft.
Not only that, but Wilson's ambition had grown since the whipping.
He and Warren planned to kill me during the upcoming royal hunt to take over my estate.
To ensure their plan worked, Warren increased the poison in my tonic.
Faced with such cruelty, Yvonne cried helplessly.
"Madame, please save me! I'd rather die than be with another man!"
I looked at Yvonne's delicate face and comforted her softly.
"Don't be afraid, dear. I have a plan. Just follow my lead at the hunt."
A few days later, at the royal hunt.
My marriage had been the gossip of London for years. The nobility looked down on me.
So it was no surprise we were met with scornful looks as we entered the hunting grounds.
In the past, I was so blinded by love for Wilson that I ignored the mockery.
Now, a whisper of it made me tremble with anger and regret.
Wilson noticed my dark expression and tried to soothe me.
"Darling, don't be upset with me anymore. I was wrong. I promise I won't make you unhappy again."
I looked at him coldly. "Where's Warren?"
Wilson replied, "He's discussing politics with Duke Cecil."
[Lies! Warren is actually hiring someone to cut the reins on Madame's horse! He plans to poison her after she's injured!]
Hearing this, I gasped quietly and made an excuse to leave Wilson.
I went checking the reins myself — sure enough, they had been tampered with.
"Madame… Mr Winston and Warren, they…"
"Don't you dare defend them." I cut Yvonne off, my face grim. "I know you have a soft heart, but there's a limit. Now they want me dead for power — should I just wait for them to strike?"
"And have you forgotten? Your wonderful husband plans to send you to that creep, Duke Cecil!"
Yvonne turned pale.
I felt a pang of guilt and softened my tone. "You're still young, dear. There are plenty of good men out there. You don't have to chain yourself to a monster like Warren."
She silently placed a hand on her stomach.
[Madame is right. I have to be brave. I can't let what happened in my past life happen again!]
I nodded in satisfaction.
"The King is here today, Madame. Should we expose them and Duke Cecil now?"
"That would be too easy on them."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Too easy on whom?"
A man's voice suddenly spoke behind us.
Before I could turn around, a figure in dark hunting clothes stepped into view.
