Lisette Connor married William Preston, an extremely wealthy man, while she came from a modest background. Everyone said she must have had incredible luck to marry such an extraordinary man, and she believed it too. For a year, he cherished, spoiled, and cared for her, and she fell deeply in love with him. But the happiness was short-lived—divorce, abortion, and she turned from the admired Mrs. Preston into the subject of everyone's ridicule. Finally, she realized it had all been a dream. Once the dream shattered, it was over. But why did he suddenly return one day, gripping her hand tightly and demanding in a harsh, possessive voice, "Did I ever allow you to marry someone else?"
