When I miscarried, my husband had to wait for his partner to fish. I didn't love him and regretted it.

I was a world-renowned professional angler. After marrying Grant Sterling, the eldest son of the Sterling family, I helped him close dozens of deals by using our shared passion for fishing to build connections, doubling the company's profits.

The day after I found out I was pregnant, I suffered an accidental miscarriage in the middle of the vast ocean.

His childhood friend, Summer Hayes, hooked the bit of tissue that had slipped from my body, then gave me a sly, taunting wink: