Author: Andrew Powell

At exactly 10:03 p.m., ninety-three days after I signed the divorce papers and convinced the woman I loved that I no longer cared, the hospital called with three words that destroyed every sacrifice I thought I’d made. My ex-wife was unconscious… and sixteen weeks pregnant with my child. I thought I had buried the truth to protect her, but I was about to learn someone carrying my last name had been destroying her life behind my back.

PART 1 The phone shattered the silence of the penthouse at 10:03 p.m., and Julian Ashford knew before he answered…