On my wedding night, my husband's former apprentice called from the boathouse and told him she had poisoned herself. She said the only way to keep her heart beating was for him to come to her bed. Rowan left our reception before I'd taken off my veil, and I had to decide whether to follow him, trust him, or let the woman who had spent years making herself indispensable to him dictate the first night of my marriage. I knew enough about poison to recognize a lie. I also knew enough about love to understand that the lie might still cost me everything. When the truth came out, I had to choose between the man I had married and the promise I had made to myself. But could I love Rowan without helping him protect the woman who had nearly destroyed us?