I couldn't break her when she'd finally been put back together . . . when she was finally mine. I was a coward, a bigger a**hole than her ex-husband, a more selfish pr*ck than her brother. But London didn't know that. She only saw me as the man who would give her the world, the man who owned her heart. And even though the confession burned the tip of my tongue and begged to be spit out and set free, I couldn't do it. Not yet . . . I needed to hold on to this lie for just a little while longer to keep her safe.