I was a terrible stickler for the truth.
When my husband returned from war, he brought a woman home.
The moment she saw me, she dropped to her knees and declared that she wanted to marry the marquis, even if she could only be his concubine.
I said nothing at the time.
But after tossing and turning until midnight, I could bear it no longer and knocked on her door.
My husband wasn’t the marquis.
The marquis in this household was my widowed father-in-law; my husband was only his third son, born to a concubine.
Her dimming eyes suddenly lit up at the word widowed.
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