"My twin sister's husband was trampled to death by a carriage." Jo hissed, her temper getting the better of her. She slammed the glass on the bar without caring for any of the whiskey spilling. Let her waste his bloody money. Hell, Jo was tempted to swat the glass from his own hands. "That's why I left, you bloody fucking arse."

Jo furiously glared at him as she continued, "you want to talk about respect? Where was the respect for me when you were lying about who you were? What respect did you show me every time you glossed over your upbringing in a fucking palace?!" She was making a scene, but she couldn't stop. "I ran home to help my grieving, pregnant sister, and you lied to me every fucking day I spent with you. You know nothing of respect."