I came home to tell my husband I was pregnant.
He had turned our nursery into a room for his ex.
Adrian Bellamy owns hotels. Our house has four other guest rooms.
But when Vivienne asked for the room we’d prepared for our baby, he gave it to her.
After I had already told him no.
I found our dismantled crib on the stairs. Inside the nursery, an adult bed stood beneath the window. The paper stars we’d made together had been packed away.
It’s temporary, he tells me. He’s helping an old friend.
Then I discover what else he’s been keeping from me.
I leave without telling him about the baby.
Finding somewhere to live is easier than learning not to reach for my husband when something good happens. I still want his arms around me. I still remember the man who sat on the nursery floor assembling a crib and making me laugh.
But I can’t go home just because I miss him.
Now Adrian wants another chance. He’s finally answering the questions he used to evade, even when the truth costs him. He wants to be my husband again—and he has no idea how much more we stand to lose.
Putting the crib back won’t be enough.
Before I let him into the life I’m building, I need to know what happens the next time loving me means hearing an answer he doesn’t want.
Our child deserves a home where I don’t have to leave to be heard.
And so do I.
An emotionally intense billionaire marriage-in-crisis romance featuring secret pregnancy, other-woman betrayal, relentless grovel, and a second chance that must be earned.
