Diane’s POV

The ring on my finger still feels foreign. Three days. Three days since I became Mrs. Christian Ian Harrington, and the one secret that could change everything sits like a stone in my gut. I haven't told him about the pregnancy. How can I, when I don't know what the hell I'm going to do about it myself? What if he doesn't take it well?

He'd offered me the world for a honeymoon. Any country, any destination. I'd declined. Why complicate an already impossible situation? As if carrying his child isn't complicated enough.

And the sex… God, the sex. It’s like a drug, and I’m hopelessly addicted. Even...