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Chapters (55)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Content
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Epilogue
  55. Also by Laura Branchflower

“You told me you don’t want to be my wife. You don’t get to dictate how this relationship progresses. I’m not going to be your friend. I plan to have as little contact with you as possible. So get the fuck out of here.”

Lina was staring out the kitchen window, wondering if she was in the midst of a nightmare or her husband was really leaving, when Logan and Katie came through the mudroom door.

“What are you doing home?” Logan asked. “I thought you were at the beach.”

“Dad made me spend the night at Aunt Jeanie and Uncle Mike’s like I’m a baby,” Katie complained. “Why can’t I choose where I spend the night?”

“Your mother and I need to talk to the two of you,” Phil interrupted as he came into the room. “Take a seat at the table.”

“What happened to your hand?” Logan asked. He crossed to Phil, his eyes on the brace.

“I broke it.”

“How?” He reached out to touch it.

“Just take a seat, Logan. Katie?” he called to her as she began to leave the room. “Please sit down.”

“Did you fall off your bike?” Logan asked.

“No. Katie?”

She frowned but followed his instructions, taking the chair beside Logan’s. “Did someone die?”

“No.” He pulled out a chair opposite theirs. “Lina?” He indicated with a nod of his head that he wanted her to sit, and then he was lowering himself into the chair beside her, staring down at his hands. “Your mother and I love you both very much,” he finally said, his eyes moving between Logan and Katie. “Nothing will ever change that. It’s important you know that.”

“You’re getting a divorce?” Katie asked.

“No they’re not!” Logan said, the color draining from his face.

“Let me talk,” Phil said. “Last February I began a relationship with a woman I worked with—an inappropriate relationship. I had an affair. It ended in May. It’s the biggest regret of my life, but I can’t undo it. The relationship resulted in a pregnancy.”

“You cheated on Mom?” Logan’s eyes were full of disbelief as he looked at Phil.

“Is she having your baby?” Katie asked.

“What?” Logan’s gaze swung from Katie to his father. “What is she talking about?”

“He just said the relationship resulted in a pregnancy. That means he got her pregnant.”

“I did,” Phil said. “And yes, she’s going to have it. Your mother, understandably, is having a hard time moving past it.”

“How could you do that to her?” Logan cried.

A tear slipped from Lina’s eye when she saw the devastation on Logan’s face. He looked crushed, like he had been told someone died.

“I made a mistake.”

Logan shook his head and began to get up. “I don’t want to hear any more.”