even if the reality couldn’t be further from the truth. My marriage is a shambles. My father’s gambling debts were the beginning of the end. Decades of Remington prestige undone by one man’s weakness. Investors fled, creditors circled, and our family name was dragged to the brink of ruin. The De Courcy bank swooped in like saviours, with polished smiles and promises of rescue. But the price of salvation wasn’t just money. It was me.
