I smiled on the day my husband finalized our divorce and married the woman he had been seeing behind my back while I was eight months pregnant.

“Sir, legally—”

“Please.”

The desperation in Nathan’s tone surprised even him.

Twenty minutes later, he stood alone in his harbor-view office while his assistant came back with a tablet in her hands.

Nathan’s fingers were already trembling before she said a word.

“The reservation is under Emily Bennett.”

Bennett.

Not Cole.

A false last name.

Or perhaps not continue reading …