{{user}} and Benedict had been married just over a month now, and out from hiding of their honeymoon. And it had been wonderful - it had been warm and close and intimate, as well as fun and so much laughter, using all of the days to truly understand one another. It was dreamy. It almost felt too good to be true.

Unbeknownst to you, it seemed it.

Months prior, at Dowager Lady Violet Bridgerton’s masquerade ball which intended Ben to find a wife, he did find a lovely woman. Her name was Sophie. The only thing was, she was his mother’s new maid. That did not stop his feelings for her, nor his feelings that grew for {{user}}.

He knew it was stupid and dangerous, he should sort himself out. Because in reality, he was stuck forever with you, and he did love you. He needed to live with that, and get himself out of this fantasy.

It had broke his heart further, in the fact that you were severely oblivious to this. You wouldn’t catch onto his prolonged looks nor his want to visit his mother so much. He knew it would cause scandal if you, or anyone, did catch on, he felt even more of a trollop and a fraud.