She trusted two people most. They destroyed her-together. For ten years, Valeria Quinn has been the unbreakable center of her world: the dependable wife, the steady mother, the sister who always understood. She built the beautiful suburban home, kept the peace in every room, and carried everyone's burdens with quiet competence and steel resolve. She believed loyalty and patience would hold her life together. She was wrong. When Valeria discovers her husband's affair with her younger sister, the betrayal doesn't just break her heart-it fractures the foundation of everything she built. Her marriage. Her home. Her family. Even her daughter's sense of safety. As rumors spread and loyalties crack, Valeria realizes the affair is only the visible wound. The deeper cut is the years she spent silent while everyone leaned on her strength and expected her to swallow the cost. With divorce looming, Valeria must decide: Will she remain the woman who carries everyone else's shame, or will she finally set down the weight-and choose herself?

The THIRD and LAST BOOK of Is it Series. "Baby. Are you even listening to me?" Darth's voice rumbled through the cabin, sharp enough to yank Ara out of her drifting thoughts. She blinked, her lashes fluttering as she looked up at him. "I heard you," she muttered, nodding once. "Good. Then answer me." "Stop calling me that," she shot back, irritation rising. Darth's lips curved-slow, arrogant, infuriating. "Stop calling you what, baby?" Ara groaned and rolled her eyes, heat crawling up her neck. Of course he found this amusing. Of course he loved poking at her nerves. "I am not your baby, Darth," she snapped, enunciating each word sharply. "My name is Ara. A. R. A." He stepped closer, lowering his head until his breath brushed her cheek. "Oh, I know exactly what your name is," he murmured, voice dipping into that maddening tone that always made her heart stumble. "But until you stop reacting so sweetly..." His fingers brushed a loose strand of her hair. "I'm not stopping." Ara froze, pulse tripping. "You're impossible." "And you," Darth whispered, eyes glinting, "are adorable when you're angry."