Louis is waiting for his intended to appear in New Orleans after they've exchanged a few letters. There's a few things that strike him as odd, but nothing really prepares him for the day when she drains his bank account and disappears without a trace. After that, he has to verify if she was really who she claimed and approaches the sister, only to find his worst fears realized. His wife was a fake, and it seems his intended was done away with on her way to New Orleans. A private investigator is hired, and Louis is suddenly not sure what to do with himself.
I was willing to give Louis a pass on not spotting the red flags at the beginning. Sure, they were lined up for me all neat and tidy, but I was giving him the benefit of the doubt and saying he missed them until after the fact. The man destroyed all my sympathy for him with everything he did after that point.
I've read a lot of old gothic romances in the past. If you're not familiar, they usually involve a not very smart woman getting herself into stupid situations. That's what happened here, except it was Louis. And he did it over and over again. Probably more times than any of the women in the gothics I read. He really was his own worst enemy and thus deserved everything he kept walking back into.
The end of this book made me physically angry. The lack of real justice bothered me, because it involved the one character I actually cared about. The writing itself was smooth and easy to read. I just hated the plot and the characters.
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