— How dare you say that my father harassed you? — said General Asser Welter, my husband. — He said you ran off with a lover. Are you going to keep playing the faithful wife, or will you finally tell the truth about where you were all this time?
His father drugged me and walled me up alive in a secret room after I refused his advances. I spent several days in the dark without food or water, and when, by some impossible miracle, I ended up in the forest with my legs crushed to the point of bleeding, I managed to make it home.
Only during the time of my disappearance did the old duke manage to prepare evidence of my infidelity.
Now Asser demands a divorce.
He doesn’t know that his father never left this house after death and that he comes to the servants at night, continuing to guard his lie.
There are only a few hours left before the documents are signed.
But even if I manage to prove that I never betrayed my husband, there will still be another question.
Will I be able to forgive Asser for believing a dead man—but not believing the wife who returned to him from her own grave?