Lucy had waited until Samuel finished packing his things to make it easier for him to leave the room. For days, she had been pondering on what to do and how to do it. Being the former princess, she knew people would not take it well to separate from her husband, but she doubted she could live with him like this anymore.
Samuel seemed more than shocked by her words, and he snapped his head around to look at her. “What? That’s ridiculous. Why do you want time away from me?” he questioned her. He looked at Lucy as if she had lost her mind.
It was only a few minutes ago that she mentioned her displeasure towards Theodore, so how did it end up in her wanting to be away from him?!
“I think I got used to spending time away from you,” responded Lucy without meeting his eyes.
The smile on Samuel’s face fell, and his eyes narrowed at her, “This is not about you wanting to spend time by yourself. It is about that bastard Theodore, isn’t it?”
Lucy didn’t feel the need to answer him, and she got up from her place and went towards the cupboards to make sure all his things had been packed in the trunk. Picking a few things of his that he had not picked, she placed them in his trunk.
Samuel’s hands turned to fists. This was because of that Theodore!
“Did you remember your time of the past because of the wedding that is going to take place? Lucy, you cannot be seriously doing this. Answer me, Lucy! I am your husband!” shouted Samuel.
“Husband? What kind of husband?” Lucy whispered as she stared at Samuel. How dare he try to suppress her after doing what he did without thinking about her. “Have you truly been the husband you should have been to me?” she asked him.
Samuel’s eyes narrowed before it widened on hearing Lucy’s words, “I know you have been sleeping with other women.”
How did she find out? Samuel’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. There was no way the maids had uttered a single word about him, and his face contorted in anger.
“That’s an absurd allegation!” responded Samuel, “I have done nothing but love you, and yet you repay me with this? It is all because of that Theodore, isn’t it? He must have fed you with lies and you believed him? I cannot tell how disappointed I am today.”
Lucy closed her eyes.
The amount of lies only kept piling up, and she wondered why she was being punished.
“Please leave,” Lucy slow said, “Take your trunk and leave.” She didn’t want to see him anywhere near her.
Samuel couldn’t believe his sweet, naive wife was kicking him out of the castle right now. He gritted his teeth while trying to keep a calm composure. Lucy was easy prey, and she just needed some convincing words from him to change her mind.
Once he would find that f.u.c.ker who had told Lucy, he would kill that person himself, thought Samuel to himself.
He tried to speak to her with a softer voice, “Lucy, you cannot leave me like this. I would never do anything to hurt you. I love you, you know that, don’t you?” he paused for her to look into his eyes, “I don’t know who fed lies to you, but you should stop believing them.”
Lucy then said, “I saw you…with my own eyes. Leave,” she said, breaking her gaze away from him.
Samuel stayed there for a few seconds, hoping Lucy would change her mind, but she didn’t move.
In anger, he stepped out of the room without taking the trunk he had packed earlier. His hands shook, and his eyes turned red in rage. He knew exactly who had tattled to Lucy. Walking in the corridor, he looked around and caught sight of Theodore, speaking to a servant.
Theodore was speaking to a servant to get the carriage prepared when he caught sight of Samuel making his way to where he stood. In time, Samuel’s fist came flying right at his jaw, and he allowed it without dodging it.
It wasn’t that Theodore was a masochist when it came to pain.
For quite some years since he had started to find out more about Samuel’s deeds, it had only wanted him to beat the man into a pulp. But being the King’s right-hand man and Samuel being a Duke, it was a hard thing to do.
“You f.u.c.k.i.n.g asshole! How dare you try to feed things into Lucy’s ears?” Samuel held Theodore’s shirt before landing another punch on him.
The servants around them gasped in shock, not knowing what was going on, while Theodore continued to have an impassive look.
“I don’t know what you are speaking about,” stated Theodore.
Samuel didn’t hold back, and he punched him again to have Theodore stagger a few steps behind. “I knew you have had your eyes on her for a long time. Don’t think I don’t know. You have crossed your line and I will make sure you are punished for it!”
Theodore ran his tongue inside his mouth to taste blood, “Did anyone tell you how pathetic you are?” he asked, his hand touching the corner of his lips to see blood.
His words only angered Samuel, and soon a series of punches broke down between them.
“Lucy is mine! I will kill you for even thinking you can have her!” growled Samuel as he moved his fists.
Theodore didn’t hold himself back and was more than happy to beat Samuel, a faint smirk on his lips. He made sure to hit Samuel in places covered by his clothes so that if someone looked at them, it looked like Samuel had received fewer injuries while Theodore was badly injured.
“I think you have got something wrong here,” said Theodore. He pulled Samuel to him and whispered, “She was never yours to keep,” and within a second, Samuel’s back hit against the pillar as Theodore had kicked right at his stomach.
