Valentina didn’t expect closure from that restaurant meeting—she’d only dared to hope for an apology. Instead she got illusion dressed in candlelight and soft words, a smirk hidden by orchestrated pleasantries. So since everything ended in that note, she thought everything was going to end as it was. Her mother would stop her theatrics and that man would know that she was married and there was no way she was marrying another person. While she was even pregnant. Did her know that? That she ...