I pushed Ryan away with my own hands.

As much as it hurt, I had to do it.

Because I had fallen in love with him—there was no denying that now.

But I’m married to Vincent. I’m carrying his child. And Ryan—he’s not just Vincent’s uncle, he’s a liar through and through.

How could I possibly run to him without hesitation?

Maybe Ryan sensed how fragile I was. This time, he didn’t chase after me. He just stood behind ...