Endless Love of Moon

In the third year of our marriage, Sir Adrian Stone vowed to make amends for our rushed wedding with a grand celebration, one that would rival the most opulent of affairs. Yet, on that fateful day, as we prepared for the festivities, a congratulatory letter arrived from Seraphina Dewhurst, Stonehaven’s most illustrious dancer. My husband, ever unyielding, declared with icy resolve, “In my heart, there is room for only one woman, my lady.”

But when Seraphina, driven to the edge by despair, threatened to end her life beneath the falling snow, he dashed to her side with an urgency I had never…