The doctor trying to save my life in the delivery room was my ex-husband—the same man who left me pregnant in the rain. What I told him made him stumble back.

Nicolás sees it.

I watch the remaining blood completely vanish from his face, leaving him ashen. I watch the exact, devastating second his past catches up to him and breaks his knees.

Because he has that exact same birthmark.

So did his late father. So did his grandfather. It is the undeniable, genetic stamp of the Herrera bloodline, the very bloodline continue reading …