Two hours after my ex-husband remarried, he walked into my hospital room to force me to sign an NDA—until something happened that left both him and his bride completely shaken.

Confirmation.

Dominic reached into his jacket and pulled out folded papers.

“I need you to sign a temporary confidentiality agreement,” he said. “It protects everyone. You, the baby, the company.”

I looked at the papers.

Then at his tuxedo.

“You left your wedding reception to bring me an NDA?”

His jaw tightened.

“This is bigger than you.”

There it was.

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