Your Bastard Is Not My Legacy

At the foot of the snow-capped mountains in Jackson Hole, Fiona had just slipped the diamond engagement ring onto my ring finger when she spoke in a quiet, steady whisper.

"Actually, last night, I slept with Connor."

My breath caught in my throat. I stood there, paralyzed, watching her lips move.

"Right in your room. In the bed next to yours while you were asleep."

"He was terrified of waking you. He bit his own lip to keep from making a sound, but he was so intense, Jared."