Little did I know, when I woke up that morning, that my life was about to change.
I’d thought life couldn’t change more than it had; both my parents had died unexpectedly, and it seemed my father had made some very bad investments. I was hiding the truth, hoping some miracle in the form of an offer of marriage would occur to rescue me. I can admit I am quite pretty, and I was optimistic about my chances. While I was technically in mourning, I ensured every eligible bachelor in London had seen me walking in the park, holding a handkerchief while garbed becomingly in black. I had had many fulsome compliments, and even more appraising glances, but nothing tangible to save me.
I was on the verge of complete and utter ruin.
My Dark Husband by Percy Wittlesford