Page 88 of A Marquess to Save Her

The cup broke and its contents poured while glass shards flew everywhere. Guests shrieked and ducked for fear of getting hit by the glass shards.

Callum decided there and then that he was done accommodating Felington's excesses.

He pushed him against the wall angrily and pinned him right there.

"You will be right here until the guards come to cart you off. And thank your stars that I would not be reporting you to the constable for disrupting my wedding breakfast," he said.

Felington struggled against him but he kept him pinned against the wall.

Now agitated, he made a fist but before he could even land Callum the blow, Callum had gripped his hand and slammed it against the wall hard.

Felington winced and swore.

"Please, stop," a voice that recognized all too well said.

In shock, his hands slipped away from Felington who he had pinned against the wall.

When he finally turned around to see who it was, his fear was confirmed. It was Agnes in flesh and blood and she looked nothing like the vibrant young woman Callum used to know.

Behind her was a man who looked slightly older than her.

"Agnes, what are you doing here?" Callum asked.

It had been more than two years since he last saw her and even now, what he saw the last time he saw her was still very fresh in his mind.

"Is this the man?" the older man that came with Agnes asked, pointing at Callum.

"What?" Callum asked, confused.

Agnes shook her head and instead pointed at Felington.

"It is him," she said.

"Oh, Agnes," Felington said, chuckling, "why did you come here to find me?"

"Because you have been avoiding me everywhere," Agnes replied, wringing her hands.

"What is going on, please?" Callum asked.

The older man stepped in front of Agnes and addressed everyone in the room.

"For everyone else who is curious as to what this is about; Lord Felington impregnated my sister and has now refused to take responsibility," he said.

Gasps rang across the room.

Callum, on the other hand, was too shocked to gasp. He could not believe his ears and despite knowing that Felington was not the most morally upright man in theton, he still did not believe what he had just heard.

He turned to Felington.

"Tell me you are not having an affair with Agnes," he said.

Felington shrugged.

"Oh, you mean your former mistress," Felington chuckled, "I was. And can you just take a guess on who she was in bed with on the day you caught her with another man?"

It all came dawning on Callum then. He had been too blinded by his anger and hurt to see who the man was that Agnes had been in bed with but now that he knew who it was, he felt betrayed all over again. Agnes's betrayal, he could deal with, but Felington's betrayal, he could not stomach.

"I cannot believe it," he muttered.