I want to be honest about what that moment was, because the version of this story people will tell later — the one where a cold heiress springs a perfect trap — is not quite true.

I did not walk into that marriage wanting Corvin to fail.

I walked into it hoping, with an intensity that embarrasses me now, that he would pass.

The test was never a trap.

A trap is something you set for prey.

The test was a question I was desperate to hear answered the right way, because I had spent my adult life among people who smiled at my money and I had begun to wonder whether anyone would ever smile at me.