The Jilted Heiress's San Francisco Escape

My world was finally clicking back into place.

After three agonizing years, my fiancé, Chris Vance, the ex-CIA operative I adored, was finally back from his top-secret mission.

Our dream wedding at my Wyoming ranch was set, a perfect life ahead.

Until I stumbled upon his old satellite phone.

A hidden audio file revealed a woman's voice, and then *his*, casually discussing a 'New York heiress' and a two-year-old son named Leo.

That three-year 'mission'? A perfectly crafted lie.

He'd been playing happy families, while I counted the days.