I came home early and found my husband buried deep inside my best friend.I threw a wine bottle at his head, and walked out of the door. That night I ended up in a bar I'd never been to, and somehow in the arms of the most dangerously beautiful stranger I'd ever seen. No name, no numbers, just one night that I told myself it meant nothing.Six weeks later I found out I was pregnant.I didn't know if the baby belonged to my soon-to-be ex husband or the stranger whose name I never got. So I did the only thing that made sense, I ran and built a life in London from scratch and raised my son alone for six years.It was okay, until my estranged father died and left me his entire billion-dollar empire with one condition.I had to marry his protege. Zake Langston. The most powerful man in New York.The man who looked at me across that law firm like he already knew exactly who I was, because he did. He was the stranger from the bar.Now my ex wants my son. My dead father's enemies want my company and the man I'm forced to call my husband is looking at me like the night we shared six years ago was never finished.Maybe it wasn't.