I was his one who got away, or so he said.



Falling for Jake was not part of my plan. I should have stuck to rebuilding my life as a divorcee.

My ex-husband’s irresistible best friend was the last kind of complication I needed at this point in my life even though he was the one I saw first all those years ago.


Being with Jake was a risk I was afraid to take but I couldn’t resist him and he knew it.

And after spending years with the wrong man, I finally feel wanted, beautiful, adored.


But now things are even more tangled because our one accidental night together has me unexpectedly expecting.

Will he be the one to stay?

Or become my one who got away?