Kate barely slept that night. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts of Ryan and the way he had stormed into her apartment, demanding answers.

The way he had looked at her, his voice sharp and cold, telling her he wasn’t ready for an engagement—telling her that he never wanted this.

The memory made her blood boil.

How dare he?

After everything she had done for him, after all the years she had spent by his side, he had the audacity to stand in front of her and act like she was forcing him into something.

Well, if he thought he could walk away...