Cedric collapsed into the bed of the first inn his coach reached early in the morning. He was exhausted, upset and shaking all over. How had everything gone from bliss to a nightmare in mere minutes? All because of one damnable letter.
My wife doesn’t love me. She’s using me.
The thoughts kept running through his mind over and over, the words of that letter echoing in his mind. “Dearest Anne…we’ve much to plan…”
Anne had betrayed him. She’d married him, given him hope for a happy life, when she was in love with another man. Crispin Andrews. Her reaction when he said the name had been enough to tell him everything. She and Crispin were lovers.
She didn’t want me to know, which is why she panicked when we met him at the theater that night. It all made sense now. I’ve been such a fool. An
