Summary
After learning the devastating truth—that my fiancé was secretly in love with my own cousin—I met a tragic end. The morning after my twentieth birthday, a miracle gave me a second chance. From that moment, I vowed never to believe in love again. I sought a relationship without attachment or shallow emotion. My proposal to Duke Agentine was purely for appearances, a marriage devoid of love. I became the Duchess with an Empty Soul, a hollow shell playing a part in a world of pretense.