The Moon Beyond His Reach

Graham Whitmore had been with me for eight years, all while keeping another woman as his mistress for six.

On the eve of our wedding, he swore he had finally cut ties with them.

He threw money around, settling things with every woman he had been involved with and making sure I never lost face.

I was overjoyed, thinking that, after all those years, I had finally made it to the other side until one flimsy pregnancy test changed everything.

Graham drove through the night, tearing across state lines without a second thought, all to get back to his true love.