Confined When I Asked for a Divorce

My husband, the Imperial Marshal, bore the disgrace of a noble house in name only—a marriage that existed on paper. The moment I handed him the divorce papers after years of cold neglect, passion flared in those icy eyes. "A divorce? ...Did you truly think I'd let you slip beyond these arms?" Deep within the Marshal's sealed private estate, a love-hate cohabitation with no escape begins.