The woman in the mirror was wrecked. Ugly. Unrecognizable. Tears blurred my vision as I dialed my father's number. "Dad, I'm leaving him. For good."

With his support behind me, I set out to find a divorce lawyer.

The elevator doors opened onto the underground parking garage, and my feet froze to the concrete.

Dustin's silver Maybach sat right ahead.

The window was half-down. Alice's slender arms were looped around Dustin's neck. She tilted her face up and pressed her lips to his.

Dustin paused for a fraction of a second. Then his hand found the back of her head, and he deepened the kiss.

Something collapsed inside my chest. The wall I'd built from self-deception—the lie I'd told myself for nearly a year, that he was only pretending to be Alice's husband because he had no choice.

Now I knew. There had never been any reluctance. He had wanted her all along.

Nausea surged without warning. I doubled over, gripping a concrete pillar, dry-heaving so violently I thought my insides would come up.

I staggered into my car and dialed the hospital.

"I'd like to schedule a termination."

"How far along are you?"

"Three months."

I lowered my head, pressing my hand against my belly.

This baby had been so hard to conceive—a miracle after the miscarriage six months ago. I'd believed it was the universe's way of making things right. That the three of us were finally going to be happy.

But now.

I closed my eyes. Tears slipped from the corners, unstoppable.

Baby, I'm so sorry. But Mommy can't bring you into a world with no love.

"Ms. Harding?" The voice on the other end pulled me back. "Your procedure is scheduled for two days from now. Please arrive on time."

"All right. Two days. I'll be there."

A knock rapped against the car window.

I whipped my head around.

Dustin Delgado stood outside the door. The dim garage lights stretched his shadow long across the concrete. His hands were shoved in his pockets, and the sharp planes of his face were carved into hard, cold lines by the half-light.

Those deep-set eyes—the ones that had once made me fall—were locked on me.

"Cecily." His brow furrowed. "Two days from now? Where are you going?"

### Chapter 2

There was a time when Dustin's voice—low, magnetic, rough at the edges—could make my knees buckle just by saying my name.