Chapter 1

My husband Ethan insisted he had a serious illness and needed money for surgery—$200,000 short.

I got a job as a singer at a nightclub, performing until 2 AM every night.

One day I was called to sing in the VIP suite on the top floor.

I pushed the door open to find a circle of people through the smoke.

Ethan had his arm around a woman's waist, head thrown back in laughter.

The second his laughter stopped, he saw me standing in the doorway.

He released Luna, the cigarette frozen between his fingers.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here singing to earn money. Money for your treatment."

The corner of Ethan's mouth twitched. He didn't respond.

Luna spoke up first:

"Didn't Ethan divorce you ages ago? I heard you're a terrible singer. Where do you get the confidence to sell your voice here?"

The people in the room laughed. He didn't stop them.

Luna stood up and walked over to me, lowering her voice:

"Actually, half the money you earn singing gets transferred to my account. I'm pregnant with his child. Consider this money your gift to the baby."

I nodded and picked up the microphone.

"What song would you like?"