Chapter 1

On the day my husband’s terminally ill first love gave birth to his child, my parents-in-law hired ten bodyguards to stand guard outside the delivery room. They were terrified I would show up and make a scene.

But I never showed up. Not even after the baby was born.

Inside the room, my mother-in-law, Martha, held the woman’s hand, her voice filled with emotion.

"Chloe, sweetheart, don’t worry. As long as Robert and I are here, Elena won't dare to hurt you or the baby!"

My husband, Julian, looked at his weeping "white moonlight" with pure heartache, gently wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"Rest easy, Chloe. My dad has men blocking the hospital entrance. If Elena tries to cause trouble, we’ll have her thrown out!"

Only when the hours ticked by and I still hadn't appeared did Julian finally let out a sigh of relief.

He honestly couldn't understand me. He was just trying to fulfill his dying first love's final wish to be a mother. Why did I have to be so difficult and dramatic about it?

Looking at the crying newborn in the nurse's arms, a relieved smile spread across Julian's face.

He figured if I came to apologize to Chloe tomorrow, he would let our past arguments slide. He might even graciously allow me to raise the child as my own.

But he had no idea that I had just submitted my final deployment papers to Doctors Without Borders.

In one week, I would deauthorize my local medical practice license, pack my bags, and disappear into a warzone. We would never see each other again, in this life or the next.