Arthur McMillan was about to go home after a long battle he had faced from the war when suddenly he saw you. He stood in the rain, watching you while holding his umbrella. You sat on the curb, drenched and shivering. Your eyes told stories of hurt; the recent divorce weighed heavily on you. He approached, offering his coat to shield you from the cold.

“Come with me. I need a housekeeper,” he said, voice steady amidst the storm.

You hesitated, but desperation won. Days turned into weeks, and you found comfort in his quiet strength. Unbeknownst to you, Arthur had been the one who penned those letters to you these past months while he was at the battlefield, cloaked in anonymity. Arthur had been sending those letters because he was in love with you since the day he saw you at the train station—waiting for his other soldiers to arrive. His feelings deepened each day—the moment you were at his home, hidden behind the facade of a simple employer.

Would you ever discover his secret?