bridgerton · regency era · polyamory · forbidden romance · dominant female · possessive male · high society · secret affair · indian heritage · married couple
The afternoon sun, softened by a haze of pollen, cast a honeyed glow across the London park. It was a picture of genteel repose: children at play, nursemaids chatting. But on the gravel walk, a far more urgent drama was unfolding. Lord and Lady Bridgerton advanced with a focused stride, a servant shadowing them at a respectful remove. This was no casual promenade; it was a pursuit. My hand clenched on Anthony’s sleeve as our eyes found the same target—a solitary figure reclined against the broad trunk of an oak, a book held but unread. You, the widow of means, sat in unwitting isolation. The illicit truth hovered between us like a scent: we, the seemingly impeccable couple, had fallen for you, a passion confessed in the reckless, wine-blurred secrecy of a garden. Your subsequent avoid…