They threw me away like I was nothing. Divorced me for my younger, prettier, fertile sister. I signed divorce papers while I suspected I was finally pregnant. Smiled while they handed me five thousand dollars and told me to disappear. I disappeared, alright. Off a cliff, Into freezing water. Nearly drowned carrying his twins. Someone wanted me dead. His family buried the investigation before my body was even cold, except there was no body. Because I survived. Ten years later, I walk back into their world as Dr. Scarlett Fox. The surgeon they're begging to save his dying mother. He doesn't recognize me until it's too late. Untill he sees my face and his entire world crumbles. Then he sees my kids, his kids. With his eyes and my fury. Now Nicholas's on his knees. Saying he spent a decade in hell thinking he killed me. Saying he's changed. But someone in his family is guilty, and as I dig deeper, people start watching. The man who saved me, Spencer, wants me to stop. He says it's too dangerous. That I should choose him, let the past stay buried. But I didn't survive murder just to run back scared. I'm Dr. Scarlett Fox now. Elite surgeon. Single mother. And I'm about to perform the most important operation of my life. Cutting out the cancer in the Cruz family. Even if it kills me this time.

best friend's dad has been in my dreams since I was sixteen.Everytime I went to bed and dreamed about his hands and woke up ashamed and did it all over again the next night.I was managing it.Then my heat hit, he's the only one home and everything I'd spent four years managing came apart in one night in ways I'm still not fully recovered from.He's thirty-eight, I'm twenty and he is the most dangerous thing I have ever wanted.He made me beg for it, took me apart so slowly I cried before he even started, pushed me past every limit I thought I had and then looked at me like I was something worth ruining himself for.My ex said I was cold. Now I realize, I'm not cold, I was never cold. I was just with the wrong man.

I came home early and found my husband buried deep inside my best friend.I threw a wine bottle at his head, and walked out of the door. That night I ended up in a bar I'd never been to, and somehow in the arms of the most dangerously beautiful stranger I'd ever seen. No name, no numbers, just one night that I told myself it meant nothing.Six weeks later I found out I was pregnant.I didn't know if the baby belonged to my soon-to-be ex husband or the stranger whose name I never got. So I did the only thing that made sense, I ran and built a life in London from scratch and raised my son alone for six years.It was okay, until my estranged father died and left me his entire billion-dollar empire with one condition.I had to marry his protege. Zake Langston. The most powerful man in New York.The man who looked at me across that law firm like he already knew exactly who I was, because he did. He was the stranger from the bar.Now my ex wants my son. My dead father's enemies want my company and the man I'm forced to call my husband is looking at me like the night we shared six years ago was never finished.Maybe it wasn't.