I’ve moved on, married his enemy, and started my own family.
Everything was perfect…until it wasn’t. My new life was a lie, and my husband turned out to be a fraud. The man that I married was now a wanted fugitive, and my ex-fiancé was the cop who was intent on making him pay.
He’s convinced that a simple apology and a dimpled smile is enough to fix that broken heart that he tore apart years ago.
I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him at a distance. Yet, all it takes is one kiss, one touch for me to remember how great our love was before he threw it away.
Little does he know that I’m not the young, foolish girl who he left behind. If he thinks he can waltz back into my life like the past never happened, he has another thing coming.
I can accept that fate sent him back to me. Now, I need to assure my foolish heart that this means nothing.
I battled with the urge to kiss her. To claim her. To remind her that she had always been mine. But she was right, we had a mountain of issues to work through. When I asked her to marry me, we were both young and naïve. It didn’t matter how much love and passion there was in our relationship. Whatever hope for a future we had, I thoroughly destroyed. And that asshat capitalized it. Now it was my turn to try to fix it and get us back to where we were meant to be.
“I’m going to do whatever it takes to make you see that I’m checking back into your life. I know you think I left you, but I never really let you go.” A tear fell and I pushed it away with my thumb. “I’m here to stay this time. I promise you.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. The last time you did you broke every single one, including my heart.”
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