On our wedding night, my new husband saw what was under my robe—and went dead still. Hours earlier, his mother had called me a reckless maid with three children by three different men. She thought Nathan Carter had married a scandal.
She had no idea what was inside the sealed folder in my suitcase. Everyone in the Carter mansion had heard the same rumor about me. Emily Carter. Twenty-five. Housemaid. Quiet.…
