The edge of her mouth curled up. “Did you forget something? Or have you thought of another way to humiliate me?”
“I don’t have to, Your Highness. You do a great job of humiliating yourself.” He gestured toward a bench in the dappled shade. “But I do have news. Sit.”
She bristled inwardly at his sarcasm but refused to let him see how much he affected her. There was no reason for him to affect her. She told herself she didn’t care for him. Certainly didn’t need him. They were equals. And adversaries. “I’d rather stand.”
“You’re seven weeks pregnant. I’d rather you sit.”
It was clear from the curt tone that he expected her to obey, but he forgot that he had no power over her. “You might, but I’d ask you to remember that I’m not Hannah—”
“Trust me, I do,” he cut her off with a sigh. “So sit. There is something I must tell you, and it’s not easy.”
Emmeline’s stomach fell and her knees went weak. Alarm shot through her. “Alejandro?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
She put a hand to her belly, sixth sense telling her that Makin’s news wasn’t good.
Crossing to the marble bench in the dappled shade, Emmeline sat down, feeling the tug of the lace skirt around her hips and how her ivory silk blouse clung to her damp, warm skin.
“I’m sorry,” he said simply.
Emmeline’s heart sank into the pit of her stomach. “What happened?”
“He went into cardiac arrest a couple of hours ago. And even though they had the best doctors and nurses in all of Miami, they couldn’t get his heart beating again.”
It took her a second to process everything. “He’s gone.”
“Yes.”
She closed her eyes, besieged by wildly different emotions. Shock, grief, regret. But the grief and sorrow weren’t for herself, or Alejandro. They were for Alejandro’s five children. Their lives would now be changed forever.
“Are you feeling faint?” Makin asked.
She shook her head, opened her eyes. “No.”
“This must be quite a blow.”
“Yes.”
“I am sorry.”
She pushed a loose tendril of hair back from her face. “You didn’t like him.”
“He was a father.”
She nodded. “I feel for his children,” she answered, realizing now that her child would never have the chance to know his or her father. “I wonder if they know yet. I wonder if his wife knows.”
“Isn’t that a bit hypocritical?”
“What?”
“To pretend you care about his family …?”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“You chase Ibanez, sleep with him—”
“I didn’t know he was married until you told me, and I didn’t chase him. He chased me.”
“So that makes it okay to sleep with a married man?”
“No! Heavens, no! I’m horrified, disgusted. I made a terrible mistake.”
“And your engagement? Did you not know about that, either?”
She swallowed around the thick lump filling her throat. No wonder Makin enjoyed ridiculing her. She sounded pathetic. Stupid beyond belief. “I did.”
“That’s a relief, because I’d hate to think that everyone but you knew.”
She winced. Blood rushed to her cheeks again. “He pursued me, not the other way around. Some days he’d call or text over and over, and this went on for years.”
“So you’re saying it is okay to cheat?”
“No. But I wasn’t married to Zale yet, and I was still hoping to marry for love, not money. My parents knew I didn’t want an arranged marriage. I wanted a love match, and I thought since Alejandro loved me, we would have that.”
“If you didn’t want to marry Zale, why didn’t you say no? Why enter the arrangement in the first place?”
Makin Al-Koury was a powerful man, and he understood a great deal about politics and economics. But he didn’t know everything. He didn’t know what it was like to be a woman. Much less a beautiful, sheltered young woman with no vocation, few practical skills and a numbing lack of real world experience. Emmeline’s only purpose and power lay in her marriage ability. “Because I didn’t have a choice.”
“You were forced into the arrangement?”
She shrugged, worn out from trying to make him understand. He’d been raised by different parents, who had a different plan for him than hers had had for her. “There are different kinds of pressure. It’s not always about physical force. Women can be intimidated emotionally, psychologically—” She broke off, shook her head. “But that’s neither here nor there. The fact is, I have known since I was a little girl that my parents would choose my husband for me. They made sure that from a young age I knew my duty.”