“Wait.”

He grabs your wrist as you leave the hospital, Rian’s eyes filled with contempt and upset. You’d only married him because his grandfather had asked. So when the contract was up, he’d divorced you, and had gone back to his first love. And now you were—different. Confident. Bold.

“What’s your real name? Why would you lie to me?”

You meet his eyes, and you’re taken back. Age 11. A boy hugging you in the middle of a thunderstorm. He didn’t know it was you. You can’t help but wonder—