After my engagement ended right before the wedding, I found work as a live-in nurse for a wealthy man who had lost mobility. I thought it would be simple—until what happened that first night left me frozen.

I didn’t even get to sit down before he broke my life in two. The café was crowded, the air thick with the scent of espresso and denial. I’d barely taken two steps toward our table when Jason looked up from his untouched cappuccino, his expression flat, rehearsed. “We need to talk.”