My husband betrayed me. He exchanged me for gold because of a new law. And I was left with the mark of the Varanian maiden and a vineyard on foreign soil.
He’s sure that in a year I’ll run back to him myself and fall into his arms. How naïve!
While he lays out plans to save our marriage, I’m building a new life. Yes, tending a vineyard during the era of Prohibition is incredibly hard, but there’s no place for traitors beside me. Let him make his way through thornbushes— I don’t care.
I’ll even tell him “thank you” when he comes. His betrayal helped me find myself—truly—and face the rantarian from my past again.
Only I didn’t know about some of the law’s provisions.