Everyone knew I was just the stand-in.
My name is Ava Monroe, and three years ago, I married Hollywood A-lister Ethan Blake—the man who once vowed eternal love to someone else.
The tabloids called me a poor substitute.
They weren't wrong.
He kissed his ex Sierra Hart on screen, flirted with her in interviews, and the world devoured every moment.
Until I got pregnant.
And aborted the child without telling him.
Ethan stormed in, eyes wild. “Why?”
I looked him dead in the eyes. “Because I don’t love you.”
Because I loved someone else—his late brother, Logan Blake.
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