She’d awakened in a hospital, confused, to discover she was mother to a newborn...and wife to a steely- eyed stranger. Mere hours after gazing on Ishaq Ahmadi in London, Anna found herself at their desert home, which seemed both hauntingly familiar and oddly foreign. No evidence of a happy marriage existed in the palatial residence. No photographs. No clothes that fit Anna’s slender build. No trust, given Ishaq’s endless questions. There was simply the primal, passionate connection between them...and, of course, the baby.
But Anna soon learned that nothing about her marriage was to be believed....
