He Married Me to Protect Her

In three years of marriage, I had been punished by Frederick Ashton one hundred times.

Every single time was because I went to see my terminally ill brother, Marcus.

He said Marcus and I were having an affair, forcing me to kneel in the snow and locking me in the basement.

Until that night, when I walked to the bedroom door carrying a glass of warm milk, I found him in bed with his adopted sister, Felicity.

"I married Vivian just to cover up our relationship, didn't I?"

It turned out he'd known all along that Marcus and I were innocent.