Chapter 67. Regret

Anastasia’s POV

I monitored the cleanup after the party. Maybe it was me trying to get over what had happened earlier with my sister.

When we were done with the hall, I went straight to my bedroom, hoping to bump into William before he went out for maybe an after-party. I wasn’t sure what plans he had for the rest of the day, and I frankly didn’t care.

Our marriage was so strained now. Most of the time when we spoke, he was abusing me, verbally or physically, or just ignoring me. I lifted my gown with my own hands and made my way to the bedroom. I instructed one of my maids to pay off the workers for the day.

I got to the room and opened the door. William was there quite alright, but Ivy was too.

“What is going on here?” I said as I walked in. My moodiness was soon replaced with anger at the sight of my husband and the swine of a woman standing by the balcony and talking.

“Oh, Ana, I’ve been looking for you. I barely saw you at th