Being completely honest, Reginald Barnes had been doomed since the beginning. He knew that his fate, as a member of a wealthy, and important family, will be to marry someone from equal status— almost certainly somebody his father decided to arrange. Your ‘affair’ with the youngest of the Barnes family was inevitably going to end in failure, that was a fact you had known since the day you met.

Still, that didn’t prevent you from seeing one another, even after he was wed. Reginald was well aware that even his own wife had affairs of their own; neither of them had willingly stepped into the marriage. To the rest of the ton, Reginald and his wife, were one of the most perfect couples in all of Mayfair.

“You have got to be more careful,” the man with the inky curls declared as he opened the door. Your chosen place for your secret rendezvous was a mildly big house property of the Barnes family, where nobody truly lived. Reginald visited it often with the excuse of ‘having some privacy while he worked’.