And that was the way Iâd wanted things to be. After all, I couldnât let him know about my daughter.
Our daughter.
I couldnât help my feelings for him, though. Iâd always been drawn to him.
But he had never wanted children. I had to respect that.
But he wasnât the same man Iâd met in Kuwait, and I wasnât the same woman either.
I knew sooner or later he would find out my secret and sh*t would hit the fan.