Ten years ago, I fell in love with the wrong man. Three years ago, I married him. Now, I'm trying to survive him. On our wedding anniversary, I was supposed to celebrate with my husband, Adrian "Knox" McVale, the ruthless President of the Night Howlers MC. Instead, his mistress showed up at my door with my anniversary gift: a pregnancy test with two bold red lines. She offered to drive me to Knox so I could see the truth with my own eyes. Our car crashed before we reached him. As I lay trapped in the twisted, bloody metal, I saw him. Knox. Through the haze of my own blood, I watched my husband frantically tear the wreckage apart to save her. His large, strong hand—with my wedding band mirrored on his finger—gripped Becca fiercely, pulling her from the brink of death. He never even looked my way. In that fleeting moment, the brutal truth of my marriage finally clicked. Knox had never truly been mine. Becca was right. In the end, it was always going to be just the two of them. Something inside my chest suddenly loosened. It didn't break. It didn't shatter. It was just... completely, utterly let go. With a final, quiet sense of release, I closed my eyes and let the darkness swallow me. Then, my eyes snapped open. I was back in the past. Given a second chance at life, I didn't waste a single breath on tears. The first thing I did was slap the signed divorce papers on his desk and walk away without looking back. I finally opened my eyes to the man who had been silently standing in my shadow, protecting me for ten long years. Realizing what he had lost, the ruthless MC President completely lost his mind. "Zara, I was wrong. Please... just look at me. Come back to me." "You already chose her, Knox." I simply smile, tightening my grip on my new fiancé’s arm. "So this time... I'm choosing him."