Dianna Jam
I’m Maya Klein, and five years ago, Kaelnino Nathaniel de Cruz made one thing painfully clear.
I was good enough to sleep with.
Just not good enough to stand beside him.
According to Kael, women like me didn’t simply step into families like his. I didn’t have the money, the name, or the pedigree to become his girlfriend, much less anything more.
I could stay his secret.
His mistress.
Just never his choice.
Romantic, right?
A few weeks after he humiliated me, I found out I was pregnant with his child.
So I left.
Kael never found out.
And I intended to keep it that way.
Five years later, I’m a divorce attorney in Manhattan, which feels appropriately poetic considering my history with terrible men and mistakes.
Then one afternoon, a woman walks into my office asking me to end her marriage.
Beautiful. Polished. Miserable.
And well very familiar.
Mrs. Kaelnino Nathaniel de Cruz.
Yes.
His wife.
Somewhere, the universe is laughing its ass off.
Now I’m supposed to sit across conference tables from the man who once treated me like a dirty little secret and professionally dismantle his marriage without letting him dismantle me first.
That would already be complicated enough.
Except Kael still doesn’t know my real life includes a four-year-old boy named Rafael Klein.
A boy with his eyes, his frown, and far too much de Cruz stubbornness.
I’ve kept Rafael hidden for five years.
All I have to do is survive one divorce without Kael looking too closely at my life.
Keeping my ex at a professional distance should be easy.
Keeping him from discovering he has a four-year-old son? Not so much.
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