Lucas Wilder pursued me relentlessly.
Our romance and wedding was a whirlwind.
Four months later he suddenly divorced me and married his pregnant ex-girlfriend.
It sent the tabloids into a feeding frenzy. She kept them busy by spreading vicious lies about me and the band. I refused to comment and kept a low profile.
My focus was on my music, the band, and our upcoming tour.
Months later, when my ex insisted on a meeting, I should have refused.
I shouldn't have let him into my hotel room. I shouldn't have had sex with him.
The consequences of that one act of utter stupidity was enormous.
But it was my mistake and I was going to handle it on my own.
Niko Orloff, my bodyguard, disagreed. He steamrollered his way into my life and heart.
My big Russian bear gave me everything I needed. Happiness. Love. Our boys. A home.
Until the past he escaped as a boy reared its ugly head.
When they were done with us only ashes remained.