Lady Alyssa Randall didn't normally eavesdrop, but tonight, with an ear against the solid mahogany door to her husband's study, she couldn't help herself. They were after all, discussing her.
"It's been four years and still the chit has yet to give me an heir. It's time to be rid of her. With my money, mother's will be throwing their daughters at me," Edgar boasted.
"Edgar, I think you should reconsider. If you'll pardon me for saying, maybe it's not her fault. You wouldn't be the first this has happened to."
Alyssa sighed. It wasn't her fault she hadn't conceived a child. Edgar had forced himself on her countless times, but no child was ever conceived. She wanted to fill her home with children just as much as Edgar wanted his heir.
"Mind your tongue Robert. Remember who employs you and keeps you in that comfortable lifestyle you've become accustomed to."
"There's no need to threaten me Edgar, I was not insulting your manhood. I was merely pointing out that her time may not be right for conceiving a child. It was five years before my wife and I were able to enjoy the arrival of our son."
"I cannot wait another year!" Edgar bellowed. My heir needs to be knowledgeable with my company so he will not destroy what I have built. If I do not get an heir soon, I may die an old man before he is of age. Now do as I requested. Get me invited to the best parties of the season. I will be attending alone, which will require you to make excuses for my wife. Now go."
"No, Edgar, I will not," she heard Robert answer bravely. "If you attend these parties alone, people will talk, and I will not be a party to this again. Do you recall the gossip with Lady Penelope?"
"Penelope disappeared on her own. I had nothing to do with that as you well know," Edgar growled.
"If I may say so, you know as well as I that if you are alone at any of the season's parties, the gossip's tongues will be wagging. I think it best you wait this out."
"I will not wait another minute!" Edgar roared, throwing his glass of brandy at the fireplace.
A startled gasp escaped Alyssa at the sound of the shattering glass. Her husband, Lord Edgar was indeed drunk. Again. And in that state, he was most certainly prone to violence in his drunken rages.
She had to get away quickly before she met the same fate as his previous four wives. She had heard stories about their disappearances from the servants, but always thought that it was just idle gossip. Now she wasn't so sure.
As Alyssa turned to leave, the door she had just seconds ago had her ear pressed against, swung open, bringing her face to face with her very inebriated, very angry husband.
"How dare you eavesdrop on my conversation," he snarled.