Before we married, I already knew my husband had a concubine he doted on.
It did not matter.
I was marrying into a great house to become its mistress.
Naturally, I could afford to be generous.
After the wedding, I put the marquis’s household in perfect order, and my reputation as a virtuous wife spread throughout the capital.
Whether that concubine had a brain in her head, I could not say.
She actually let people know that the marquis and I had never consummated our marriage.
She meant to humiliate me, to make me a laughingstock.
What she never imagined was that her little stunt would force my mother-in-law to send the marquis knocking on my door late one night.