Chapter 1

My husband is the loyal best friend in a dark romance novel—the handsome, stoic doctor to the brooding, billionaire anti-hero.

Tonight, as a fever of one-hundred-and-three cooked me from the inside out, he took the forty-ninth call from that same best friend.

It was a plea for him to go check on the ankle of the female lead, Lily Evans.

My hand, weak and trembling, caught the hem of his shirt. He pried my fingers away without a moment’s hesitation. "This is the first time I've ever seen Damien care about a woman like this," he said, his voice clipped with urgency. "I have to help him. This is it for him, Audrey."

When I woke up in the hospital, the first thing they told me was that the baby was gone.

Lost in a fog of grief, I saw the comments appear at the edge of my vision.