Her Wedding Night Surrender. Clare Connelly

she waited, half worried he was going to insist on doing a tour of the room to issue formal farewells.

      But after a moment, he nodded. ‘Okay. Let’s go, then.’

      He put a hand on her back but she walked away, moving ahead of him, making it obvious she didn’t need him to guide her from the venue. She’d walk on her own two feet.

      She hadn’t made this deal with the devil to finally find her freedom only to trade it back for this man.

      Emmeline Morelli was her own woman, and seeing her husband fawning all over someone else had simply underscored how important it was for her to remember that.