I’m trapped by a desert monsoon with my billionaire ex… and the daughter he never knew he had. He storms in to debunk a media shark’s lie, unaware I now run the trauma retreat he secretly bankrolled. Six years ago, Tony Calder texted: Forget me. Now he stands rigid beside my daughter’s bed, staring into gray eyes that mirror his. Elara needs a last-chance heart surgery. Hell-bent on saving her, he secures a surgeon, bulldozes through red tape, and even carries her to feed the horse she loves. With each quiet act, he stitches back the trust he shredded. I dare myself to kiss him. And he answers as if we’ve never been apart. Now I’m dreaming of forever instead of endings. Then the shark drops a “bombshell” exposé. The hospital panics and cancels Elara’s surgery. If we don’t disprove the lies blocking her surgery, our little girl’s heart—and our second chance—will flatline.