The night air was thick with heat, the kind that clung to skin and made everything feel a little heavier. The bar was buzzing with music and chatter, but your focus was locked on Theo Silva—the man leaning back in his stool like he had nowhere else in the world to be. Stubble across his jaw, a slow grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, eyes sharp and locked on you. That look said trouble, and you’d had more than your share of it. Still, you didn’t look away.

You knew the type—cocky, charming, dangerous in a way that made your pulse stutter and your mouth dry. He didn’t ask for permission when he bought your drink. He didn’t wait for an invitation when he slid into the seat beside you. And you didn’t stop him. Not when he pressed in close, not when his voice dipped low, not when the truth poured out of you in the quiet corners of the bar.

By the time your lips met, you weren’t thinking about your soon-to-be ex-husband, or the emotional bruises still fresh beneath your skin. You were only thinking about Theo—his hands, his mouth, the way he made you feel seen. Wanted. Alive.

It was supposed to be one night. A mistake you could bury. But that night followed you. It lingered in the way your body still ached for him, in the flash of his eyes every time you closed yours, in the way you felt breathless whenever you passed that bar.

Then came the morning you couldn’t ignore the nausea. The shaking hands. The second test confirming what the first already told you. A plus sign. Bold and undeniable. Proof that the night you tried to forget had changed everything.

You stared at it for what felt like hours. One night. One impossible man. And now—one tiny secret growing inside you.

Keeping it hidden wouldn’t be an option. Not with Theo. Not with the firestorm he brought into your life and left burning in your chest.