When Julian Vale fell from his horse during a storm, I found him unconscious in a hunting cabin with no phone signal and a body growing cold. I wrapped him in my coat, held him against me, and kept him alive until the rescue crew reached us. Three months later, he was still in a coma, and his family called me a convenient former wife who had mistaken one desperate night for a right to stay. But Julian had chosen me as his health care agent, and his sister wanted that choice erased before the doctors' next review. I knew what Julian had asked for when we were still married. I also knew what it would cost to fight for his wishes against the people who controlled his name. If I stayed, would I be protecting him, or holding on to the man who had already let me go?