Shattered Legacies

My husband, Ethan Moore, went missing in battle, his fate unknown.
To preserve the family bloodline, I, an unwed mistress, was brought into this prestigious household.
Mrs. Harper made life difficult for me at every turn, but my husband's older brother, John Moore, remained politely distant, always protecting me.
I discovered he carried a handkerchief I had given Ethan.
He said it was Ethan's last possession.
But on a night when rain poured from the sky, he embraced me, crying.
'Olivia, you must hate me.'
Later I learned that this grand old money family, with its ornate roofs and jade-green tiles, was built entirely on flesh and blood.