As she listened to the steady breathing coming from her husband's side of the bed, she remembered what he told her. There had been such vehemence coupled with such sorrow in his voice when he told her that he never hit her outside of the Dark Lord's orders. She knew how to tell if a person was lying, especially when that man was Antonin. They'd shared so much of their lives together. There was no one she'd been more intimate with, not even Augustus. She loved Augustus and a part of her knew that would never change. What she had with Antonin was different from every other relationship. Marriage, it seemed, wasn't just a piece of paper after all. They shared a connection that she'd never shared with anyone else. If he was lying, she would know about it. Besides, in the entire twenty years that he'd been an ever-present part of her existence, he never had a reason to lie.