Jade Lee Wright

‘My baby’s been taken,’ I sob into the phone. Blood is everywhere. My fiancé, Alex, is slumped beside the birthing pool, his head gashed open. The baby? Gone. I cradle my empty stomach, my empty arms. And then Alex looks at me — not with love, but with blame. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

He promised me forever. But I might not make it to "I do." I'm marrying Stephen at Shadowmoor Lodge. His family's luxurious estate deep in the frozen Surrey Hills. Inside is the exact outfit a woman called Charlotte Walker was wearing when she vanished a week ago.

Fourteen years ago, someone stole one of my twin babies. Now, she’s back. But there’s something off. The guilt never stopped, waking me up at four in the morning. Somehow, I built a new life – a stunning Cotswolds home, my remaining daughter, a marriage held together by the thinnest thread of hope.

I came to look after his children. Now he says I’m his fiancée. When I see the advert, I tell myself it’s the fresh start I need. Live-in nanny. A single father. Two young children. A remote farmhouse deep in the Peak District, far from everything I’ve lost. My new employer Edward seems nice.