Before our wedding, my fiancé gave his first love a child.

The Moretti family's speakeasy was hosting a private dinner party, and they were playing Two Truths and a Lie.

When it was Elena's turn—Elena, who'd grown up side by side with Dominic—she picked up her whiskey glass and launched right in:

""I've slept in Dominic's bed.""

""I've worn Dominic's underwear.""

""I'm carrying a Moretti child.""

Everyone at the long table pointed to the third one as the lie.

So did I.

After all, I'd been with Dominic for seven years, and he'd always been adamant about not wanting an heir.

For him, I'd even let go of my own desire to have children.