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....