Emrys wasn't sure whether or not he'd been expecting that answer. He'd hadn't ever assumed that Pettigrew was desperately devoted to his wife — the things he did were not particularly characteristic of a man desperately devoted to his wife — but he hadn't discounted the possibility, either. Back in spring, Witch Weekly had speculated that he was trying to force his wife to leave him, which at the time had seemed mildly plausible — but now it was September, and she hadn't left him yet, so there was something there.

Emrys let out a short sigh and swirled his wine around his cup. "Marriage seems too complicated to be enjoyable," he observed dryly.

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