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In the second year after Harper Jenkins married into the Parker family, she stumbled upon a heartbreaking truth. She was a stand-in. That night, the first rain of autumn poured down. Yael Parker didn't come back until late, the scent of alcohol clinging to him. Harper was still awake. She sat by the window, quietly sewing clothes under the glow of a lone lamp. When she heard the door open, she looked up and saw him holding onto the doorframe, his face flushed from the drink. She set aside her needlework and went to prepare some water for him. "Why did you drink so much?" Harper brought the cup over to him. He didn't take it. She looked up, only to find Yael staring at her with an odd look in his eyes. For the past two years, Yael had always looked at her with gentle, polite eyes, but there was always a touch of detachment. It was as if she were someone to be cared for, not his wife. But in this moment, it was different. There was a kind of light in his eyes, one Harper had never seen in him before.