Dear Diary, Four years have passed since the utter humiliation of my wedding night. But it seems like just yesterday that my husband left me—before consummating our marriage. So why, then, do I still harbor feelings for the selfish cad I once adored? Why did my heart quicken when I finally saw him again? I have my own life to lead, and my own secret, romantic novels to write. Samuel Firth has no place in my world.
Of course, the only reason Samuel returned to England was to contest my wish for a legal separation. He says he will not grant it—unless I agree to play the role of his wife until his place in Society has been secured. I knew he only married me for my noble name!
Yes, I was forced to agree to his sordid scheme. But if he thinks that our bargain grants him access to my bed, then he shall be sorely disappointed. In truth, it shall be quite amusing to lead him on—and then spurn him as he once spurned me!