'Your private life is your own. I can only ask you not to leave your love letters in my consulting rooms.." The colour receded from Jill's cheeks, leaving her deathly pale. How could she tell Sir John that it wasn't her letter, but one written by his own beautiful wife?..'
Awful! Just awful!! The cuckold “hero” didn’t so much as lift a finger to ensure his own happiness. Seriously. His gold-digging wife thinks him a bore ( she’s not wrong) and carries on an affair with another man right under his nose. Meanwhile, he and the heroine tell each other of their love, he fires her and asked her to leave him to his marriage out respect for his wife. And she does. He tries to curb his wife’s fast and loose ways with no luck. But he continues to accept his lot in life. Fast forward almost a year and a now free hero ( by the way... his now EX-wife is the one who asks for a divorce so she can marry the other man) is recovering from an illness, makes NO effort in finding the heroine. His elderly godmother tracks her down ( without his knowledge) and makes arrangements for the heroine to come to her country house where the hero is convalescing to surprise the hero to work as a secretary. Cue Happy For Now!