My mother was the discarded wife of a marquis, and everyone was waiting to laugh at her.
Yet she refused to give them the satisfaction.
She neither made my father regret casting her out nor won the heart of some handsome man.
She left the capital in disgrace, looking like a homeless cur.
Years later, I was betrothed to the son of an earl’s household.
Noble though his birth was, his endless visits to brothels had left him riddled with disease.
On my wedding day, I sat in the bridal sedan, about to take my own life.
Then horses reared and people shouted outside, throwing the procession into chaos.
The marquis’s discarded wife had returned—to steal the bride.
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