I loved Pierce for twenty-five years. I waited five years for him to come home.
In the end, I could only watch as he stole the donor heart meant to save my mother and gave it to Lily, the ward he treasured above everyone else.
My mother died on the operating table, while he stayed by another woman's side.
That was when I finally understood. The marriage I had protected for half my life was nothing but a cover for the Harrington family's dirty secret.
So I secretly filed for divorce and accepted the national research project I once gave up.
In seven days, I would leave for an offshore research base—and disappear for ten years.
But just as I finished packing and prepared to walk out of his life for good, Pierce suddenly blocked my way.
He still had no idea.
This time, I was truly done with him.
