A snort of a laugh erupted out of her mouth before she could stop it. What a ridiculous notion! As if she had ever been in love with her husband. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and call him an idiot. No, her feelings for Antonin were complicated, but that didn't mean she loved him. Their marriage had been forced. She hardly even knew the man thanks to years of potions and memory charms and violent blows to the head. If she included all of the instances she'd been subjected to the Cruciatus Curse in her time as a Death Eater, there was a high probability that she had permanent brain damage. Even then, she knew that she didn't love Antonin. She didn't love anyone. Not even Augustus. A month in his house taught her the truth of that sad fact. It was possible she'd never loved anyone.