As the saying goes, bones take a hundred days to heal. Gerald brought in Dr. Mercer to help with my recovery, and I spent a full three months in bed before my leg was mostly back to normal.
During that time, I nearly managed to forget what had happened at the equestrian club. Whenever the memory surfaced, I told myself I was lucky, I hadn't actually done anything to betray Gerald. Not really.
Once I was on my feet again, I slipped back into my old life of quiet, purposeless days. Ashford Equestrian Club had lost most of its pull, though occasionally the memory would stir something uneasy in me, the fear that Gerald might one day find out and cast me out with nothing. Before we married, I had nothing to my name and a pile of debt besides. The prenuptial agreement was straightforward: as l
