It was late, but Francesca wasn’t asleep.

Julian’s words kept circling in her mind.

He had said she was the only woman he’d ever loved. He had promised no more women on the side, no more secrets. He had vowed to try—to truly learn—how to be a good husband.

And he had ended it all with two words that carried the weight of both plea and demand: Trust me.

The harsh white light illuminated Francesca’s serene features. Julian… can ...