"I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding." —Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice When Fitzwilliam Darcy makes an impetuous offer of marriage to Miss Elizabeth Bennet, he is convinced they have as good a chance as any for a harmonious life together. That is, until an overheard conversation changes everything, and Darcy realizes he is now joined in perpetuity to a woman who loathes the very sight of him. Elizabeth Bennet’s expectations for matrimonial accord were never very high, having accepted Mr. Darcy’s proposal in a fit of pique, not love. Still, she is determined to make the best of her situation, despite having tied herself to such an arrogant, disagreeable man. But life at Pemberley is not at all what she imagined, and Elizabeth soon finds herself with more questions than answers about the enigmatic gentleman she agreed to wed. Trapped in a marriage founded on misunderstandings, Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth Darcy struggle with deepening attraction while confronting self-doubt and old betrayals. But is love enough to heal the wounds of the past? What will it take for two people bound by duty to find their way home to one another? Note: This novel contains mature content dealing with intimacy and loss. While the scenes are not graphic in nature, the subject matter is most suitable for an adult reader. 5 Stars - "Sensitive, poignant, and exquisitely developed - Faults of Understanding is everything I want in a Pride and Prejudice variation. For readers who enjoy forced-marriages/marriage of convenience scenarios, who appreciate introspective and gradual development in Mr. Darcy's and Elizabeth's relationship, and who treasure hard-won and ardent romances, this is a MUST READ." -- Austenesque Reviews 5 Stars; 2021 Editor's Pick - "What began as a solid four-star story...soon evolved into a full five-star, completely unputdownable tale. [ . . . ] Readers will revel in the emotional and enigmatic route to enlightenment in Faults of Understanding ." -- Austenprose Excerpt  Faults of Understanding . © Jennifer Altman. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Prologue 9th December 1811   In the end, Elizabeth blamed Lady Catherine. Oh, certainly there were any number of others with whom Elizabeth could find fault: Mr. Collins for his lack of discretion; Mr. Bingley for not offering for Jane sooner; her mother for her ceaseless matchmaking. Even her beloved papa for having the temerity to insinuate that accepting Mr. Darcy might be Elizabeth's last chance at matrimony. Still, it was Lady Catherine who had pushed Elizbeth over the edge. Sinking into the fine leather squabs of Mr. Darcy's carriage, Elizabeth turned to stare out the window at the hilly terrain--so different from the familiar countryside back home--and the breath left her body in a heavy sigh. No, it was unfair to condemn Mr. Darcy's aunt. Despite that woman's insolent behavior, Elizabeth had entered into this marriage of her own free will, and the decision had been hers and hers alone. And now, for better or for worse, Mr. Darcy was her husband. Pulling her gaze away from the passing scenery, Elizabeth shifted her attention to the opposite seat, where the man in question was buried behind his newssheet, much as he had been since the beginning of their journey. Setting aside the novel she had been attempting to read with little success, Elizabeth cleared her throat. "Really, Mr. Darcy, I believe we must have some conversation. Even a very little will suffice." At the sound of her voice, Elizabeth's husband visibly started, slowly lowering his paper to regard her with a rigid expression. "Forgive me. I had assumed you wished to read your book." "Not particularly. While I appreciate your consideration, even a great reader such as myself values at least some social interaction during the course of several days spent together within a small compartment." Elizabeth could see the muscles in Darcy's jaws clench, but he set aside his broadsheet with obvious reluctance. "Very well. Of what would you wish to speak?" The lack of emotion in his voice fueled Elizabeth's irritation, and she had to take several calming breaths before trusting herself to reply. "Perhaps you might tell me a little more about Pemberley. We cannot be more than an hour away, and you have said relatively little about the estate. It might be nice to have some idea of what I can expect when we arrive." Darcy frowned, turning to observe their surroundings through the frosted glass. "We are actually quite close. In fact, we should be on Pemberley's lands shortly," he informed her brusquely before directing his attention back to the spot where she sat. "Is there anything in particular you would wish to know?" Elizabeth was silent, contemplating her response. What she most wanted to know was why her new husband had scarcely said ten words together in the three days they had been in this carriage, and why it seemed to pain him to