It took bleeding out on an operating table to hear what he really thought of my child.
To finally understand that the man in my bed on our wedding night had been a stranger off the street.
Nausea surged through me. I shoved away the photo Leona was holding out.
"Not interested."
Leona froze.
"Jade, you usually go along with everything I say. Stan's really great, I promise."
I looked her dead in the eye.
"You love matching things so much, go to a pet store and pair up some dogs."
"I refuse to be a prop in your little love story."
Leona's face turned crimson. Beside her, Clyde Henson frowned.
"Jade, Leona meant well."
I grabbed my bag and headed for the door.
"Her good intentions are more than I can afford."
I pushed open the private room door and walked straight into a man.
That scent. Stan's scent.
In my last life, those were the very eyes that had deceived me for three long years.
"Miss Kaufman, leaving so soon?"
His voice was low, almost intimate. My body moved before my mind could catch up, stepping back to put distance between us.
"Move."
Stan Delgado raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that kind of reception.
He stepped closer, dropping his voice.