Chapter 8

The invitation had arrived three weeks ago, and I had spent every day since then preparing for this moment. Standing before the mirror in my Seattle apartment, I hardly recognized the woman staring back at me. Gone was the fragile, broken Isabella who had fled in the dead of night three

Chapter 9

I stood perfectly still, looking down at the man who had once been my entire world. Marcus Sterling—proud, arrogant Marcus who had never bowed to anyone—was on his knees before me, tears streaming unashamedly down his face. The ballroom had fallen into a shocked silence, the cream of Man

Chapter 10

I stared at the pregnancy test in disbelief, the two pink lines blurring through my tears. My hands trembled as I sank down onto the edge of the bathtub, joy expanding in my chest like a balloon that might lift me off the ground. After years of loss and pain, after six pregnancies that