Alexandra Ludd has been a widow for less than seventy hours, her husband, Ned, former theatre critic and stay-at-home father to their young son, Sascha, having died of an apparent heart attack. Alexandra, beautiful, adored darling of the London stage, is too overcome with grief to realize she’s been lied to: Ned didn’t keel over in the dining room, as her good friends told her. He died in their marital bed—and he wasn’t alone...
