Caroline Proust's husband may have died, but her immorality never did. The resident adulteress of her small town called Dewbrook, she began to hatch a plot that involved the seduction of a wealthy neighbour, Harold Wells, after the threat of losing everything she had came to her door. Although he had always been against the idea of marriage, she believed that she could seduce anyone, and he was even kind enough to welcome her into his home with no questions. The plan was supposed to be easy, but the arrival of Stephen Rochester, who had just made a fortune through gambling, into her neighbourhood, changed it completely. Trying to avoid the suspicion of Harold's sister, Rosemary, having to deal with the righteousness of Stephen's wife, Mildred, as well as working hard to protect her reputation from falling apart at the seams, she starts to realise that her life will never be what it once was and that her lies may swallow her whole.
Loss. Inexplicable loss. A loss you can't even grieve because no one else admits to it. After all, how can you grieve over something that was never really there? Or was it?
Richard never had a high school sweetheart, not even a prom date. He never took dating, romance, or whatsoever seriously. To be honest, he didn't even believe in love before he met her. And "Her"? Oh, she's trouble. And he's beyond saving.
Caroline, on the other hand, has always believed in love. Her life was a shipwreck until she found it. And she would do anything to finally marry the love of her life. Even if she has to hide her deepest, darkest secrets from everyone. The secrets that she thinks can blow up her wedding day, if not her entire life.
In a knitted web of love and lies, which one prevails.
⚠️Trigger warning ⚠️ this book might trigger individuals struggling with bipolar disorder, amnesia, and depression.
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