Duchess of Seduction (Hearts in Hiding 3)

Even now, Cressida couldn’t quite understand her reasons,

though though of course it had been fueled by fear and obedience as always. Four nights ago had been no different. “Before we married, my mother-in-law told me it was my duty never to question my husband and to deny him nothing. My own family made a point of telling me how fortunate I was that I’d been elevated to such heights and that as a poor parson’s daughter I must always submit else I’d bring shame upon them and upon the great name my children would inherit. Little Thomas is our only son, and being such a sickly child, I was reminded that my chief duty was to ensure more sons in the nursery .”

“But not every year! How many children did you say you had?”

“Four living. A child for almost every year we’ve been married for several did not reach full term. The last birth was very difficult.” She shuddered at the memory. “When he was only a few months old, I started making excuses to my husband each time he —” Dabbing at the fresh tears that ran down her cheeks, Cressida stood up. “What else can I say? I’ve admitted it all! I was a fool to come here. I have friends who have nurseries larger than mine and, no doubt, far more satisfied husbands, so of course mine is perfectly justified—”

“Stop!” Arresting her retreat with a stern frown, her friend went on. “You say you love your husband.”

“I adore him—”

“Yet you cannot speak to him of your fears?”

“What do wives know of such things?” Despairingly, Cressida

continued, supporting herself with a hand on the back of the sofa as she started towards the door. “My mother died when I was a child. Whom can I ask? No one told me what to expect on my wedding night, much less—” Taking a deep, sustaining breath, she calmed herself. “Do you have children?” she suddenly asked.

Her new friend certainly inferred that she knew a lot more about minimizing their likelihood than Cressida did. And she must be ‘experienced’, otherwise she’d not be here.

She thought Miss Mariah had not heard, for she appeared distracted as she fiddled with the tassels of the brocade curtain. “No,” came the answer, eventually, and much to Cressida’s surprise.

“But you’ve had lovers?” Cressida heard the desperate note in her voice, as if pleading for the two to be compatible. How pathetic she must seem. This was a fool’s errand. “I’m sorry. That was impolite of me.” She clasped her reticule against her and took another step toward the door.

“Home, to your children?” A smile hovered about Miss Mariah’s mouth as she fixed Cressida with a level stare. “Or to find your husband and explain what is at the root of your troubles? If he is as considerate as it would appear, I think your frankness will not go unrewarded.”

Cressida winced. “My youngest is teething—” she mumbled.

“With a competent nursery maid. I’ll wager your husband needs you more. Listen to me. I know all about husbands, too. I was married for many years, and I can assure you that husbands and lovers are no different where a desirable woman is concerned.” With an incisive look she asked, “I am curious. If you had found your husband here, in the arms of his mistress, do you think your feelings for him would survive the trauma? Yes, I know straying husbands are a matter of course, but it is easier to ignore and forgive what is not presented to you on a platter.”

Through gritted teeth, Cressida maintained what she truly believed. “I will always love him, for if he’d strayed, I’d know it was only because I’d driven him to it.”

She’d reached the door and now turned, hurt and angered by the smile on Miss Mariah’s face. “You think it’s not true? I’ve had time to reflect, and I’ve been reminded of my duty. Women like me have no choice but to be compliant wives if we want to trade in happiness. I am going home to wait for my husband and to do whatever is required so that he will never seek diversion elsewhere. I shall return to reclaim his heart.” Lowering the veil of her bonnet, she put out her hand. “You have been patient, listening to my foolishness. You talk of sacrifices not being required, but I am not—” She swallowed. “That kind of woman. Women like me must honor our marriage vows in return for comfort and security. We have an obligation to our husbands, and I’m about to fulfill mine, though, truly, I thank you for your good advice.” She pushed away Miss Mariah’s restraining hand to turn the doorknob, but it was the woman’s soft, suggestive words that proved too intriguing to resist.

“It is not your husband’s heart that needs repossessing but his desire. Of course you are upset, my dear, but think a moment on the reasons you came here...of your fears and what I can teach you.” She came up close behind Cressida and put her hand on her shoulder. Then gently she touched her cheek.

The gesture of sympathy was almost more than Cressida could bear, but she had to leave before she succumbed to the fresh wave of self-pity that threatened to overcome her. She turned the door handle.

“I would be very happy to stay, my dear. But if you’re intent upon leaving, don’t, I implore you, act with too much haste and undo all the good that’s come from your bravery tonight.”

Cressida turned as Miss Mariah put a hand on Cressida’s shoulder, then tucked an escaped tendril behind her ear. “I would be very happy if you would like to come back next Wednesday so I can tell you more about the many women like you who do not have extensive nurseries but who are equally dutiful wives. For if you return, I can show you how to satisfy your husband without necessarily conceiving a child.”

Cressida stilled. This was the second time the woman had alluded to such a possibility, but the first she’d said it in such direct words.

“Satisfy my husband without conceiving a child.” She repeated the phrase, more as an incantation than questioning the assertion. What a incongruous notion. And yet...a tremor of hope and excitement started at the core of her.

Her friend gripped Cressida’s fingertips and gave a comforting squeeze. “That’s what women do when they’re not raised in fear and ignorance.”

Chapter 6

She’d learned nothing, yet she’d learned too much to go home and meekly await Justin’s return. Excitement thrummed through Cressida’s veins as she stepped out of Miss Mariah’s sitting room and into the dimly lit corridor. Quickly she lowered her head as two passersby approached. A smirking young man was holding up a woman old enough to be his mother, whose drunken laughter and unsteady gait sent them on a trajectory that required Cressida to press herself against the wall for fear of being bowled over.

Lord, she thought, panic gripping her as she touched her thick veil for reassurance, ducking into an alcove to tidy her hair so it was completely concealed by the ugly bonnet. What would Justin say if he discovered her in such a place? His faith in her constancy as a pliant, loving wife would be rocked to the core. Could he even look at her in the same way, knowing what she must have seen simply by coming here?

Yet what she’d gained was inestimable. Hope and courage and the curiosity to find the answers to what she’d once thought an insoluble problem.

Yet, if what Miss Mariah said was true, Cressida might, in a few days’ time, have all the knowledge she needed to return her and Justin to the glorious days when they’d reveled in their newly wedded bliss. What power that would be!

Entering through a doorway at the end of the corridor, such revolutionary thoughts were, in only a few minutes, giving sway to a fresh wave of doubts. But she forced herself to concentrate on the hope she now embraced rather than the guilt and shame that would stifle her if she let it. She must put it out of her mind. Never hint to Justin what she’d seen—