“Don’t trust him,” she whispered before the line went dead.

I recalled our last talk about Jason—her unease, her warning. I had dismissed her as jealous. But now, I needed answers.

I went to her house, where her mother, Stephanie, hesitated at Jason’s name. Then she showed me a photo.

My world shattered.

Jason—my fiancé—was the same man who had abandoned Brooke when she was pregnant. He had cut her out of my life on purpose.

Then Brooke walked in.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I demanded.

She paled. “I thought I destroyed everything.”