Leah’s POV

If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be barefoot, wrapped in a white robe, sipping coconut water from a bamboo straw while my husband grilled seafood under a palm tree, I’d have laughed, in fact, argued about it with everything I had.

But here I was—in paradise with Alexander Darlington, my husband, my heart, and the man who never let me forget how deeply I was loved.

We had flown to Bora Bora two days after the wedding. Just the two of us. There were no ...