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Scandal: Chapter Six - navessa allen
I spent most of the carriage ride home gazing out of the window, huddled within a heavy woolen shall to stave off the chill of the night as I attempted to come to terms with the fact that I had fallen for my husband. Matters were further compounded by how I felt about his lover. I see the way you look at Henry, John had said. Did I love him as well? My feelings for the artist – deep affection, comfort, uncomplicated desire – were almost entirely different than those I felt for John, and yet there was no denying that I experienced them just as strongly. Was it even possible to love two people at the same time in such contrasting ways? I shook my head, trying to clear it. I was beginning to think that I’d had one too many glasses of champagne tonight to properly sort everything out. It felt as though all the bubbles that I had consumed had gone straight to my head, scattering rational thought as they bounced around my mind with giddy abandon. It was proving difficult to think of all the reasons I should say no to John’s proposal, when what was …