Olivia Parker ran away seven years ago with a broken heart and a secret.She was pregnant with Ethan Hayes' child.The man who was supposed to be her fated mate chose another woman over her and believed every lie told against her. Alone and scared, Olivia left New York and built a new life for herself and her son.Now she is back.A funeral drags her into the Hayes Mansion again. A shocking will forces her to live under the same roof as the man she swore never to see again.But Ethan is no longer the man she left behind.He is powerful and dangerous. And determined to uncover every secret she is hiding.As old feelings come back to life, hidden lies begin to fall apart. A jealous ex is plotting in the shadows. Family secrets threaten to destroy everything. And the biggest truth of all is only one step away from being exposed.What will happen when Ethan discovers that the little boy with his eyes is actually his son?And when the truth finally comes out, will he fight for his mate... or break her heart all over again?She ran to protect her child.Now she must fight to keep him.

I collapsed at work and rushed to the hospital. When I saw the pregnancy test results, my heart filled with joy. Finally, something to save our loveless marriage.But my billionaire husband Ethan didn't ask if I was okay. He yelled at me for missing work.I noticed a Tiffany box in his car and my hope returned. Maybe he does care. Maybe he bought me something special.That night, his stepsister Mara came home after years abroad. She walked into our dining room wearing the necklace from that box. The one I thought was mine. She smiled at me while touching the diamonds around her neck.Then she took my seat in his car. My project at work. My place at the dinner table. Even my bedroom felt like hers.When the elevator crashed and we both screamed for help, Ethan came running. He pulled her out first. He held her like she was his whole world. He left me bleeding on the floor, begging him to save our baby.I heard them talking through the hospital wall. Mara asked if he loved me. The silence that followed broke something inside me I can never fix.His grandfather kept them apart because they're stepsiblings. Now he's dead. Now she's back. And I'm just the wife standing in her way.I'm pregnant with his child, but I'm starting to realize the truth. I was never his first choice. I was never even his second. I was just someone to fill the space until she came home.The question is, will I stay and watch him choose her over and over again? Or will I finally choose myself?