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Back First Comes Love
Chapters (92)
  1. First
  2. Love Connection
  3. Zero
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. One Month Later
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Six Months Later
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-one
  27. Twenty-two
  28. Twenty-three
  29. Twenty-four
  30. Six Months Later
  31. Twenty-five
  32. Twenty-six
  33. Twenty-seven
  34. Twenty-eight
  35. Twenty-nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-one
  38. Thirty-two
  39. Thirty-three
  40. I Have Never
  41. One
  42. Two
  43. Three
  44. Four
  45. Five
  46. Six
  47. Seven
  48. Eight
  49. Nine
  50. Ten
  51. Eleven
  52. Twelve
  53. Thirteen
  54. Fourteen
  55. Fifteen
  56. Sixteen
  57. Seventeen
  58. Eighteen
  59. Nineteen
  60. Twenty
  61. Twenty-one
  62. Twenty-two
  63. A Christmas Date
  64. One
  65. Two
  66. Three
  67. Four
  68. Five
  69. Six
  70. Seven
  71. Eight
  72. Nine
  73. Ten
  74. Eleven
  75. Twelve
  76. Thirteen
  77. Fourteen
  78. Fifteen
  79. Sixteen
  80. Seventeen
  81. Eighteen
  82. Nineteen
  83. Twenty
  84. Twenty-one
  85. Twenty-two
  86. Note from the Author
  87. Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
  88. Two
  89. Three
  90. Four
  91. Also by Camilla Isley
  92. About the Author

Ouch. She’s really having it rough.

“Engaged?” Mark asks. “But how’s that possible? You’ve been with him… how long?”

“A year!” the flight attendant wails. “Twelve months down the drain. Bam, just like that. A year of my life, wasted. I was already seeing him as the father of my unborn babies, and he’s probably going to make one with another woman. Tonight!” If she were a cat, she’d be wheezing. “He always said he couldn’t stay in New York for the weekends. Remember how he always flew back to London the minute his last class of the week ended? It was because he had a fiancée to go back to. And she’s blonde.”

“Do we hate her?”

“No, we don’t hate her. She doesn’t have any fault in this. She’s getting married to a lying, cheating, sorry excuse for a man, and she doesn’t have a clue.”

“Don’t you think she should have a clue? It sounds to me as if she’s marrying a man she doesn’t know. How could she not suspect anything?”

“Same applies to me. I didn’t suspect anything. I didn’t have the slightest clue. Believe me, he’s that good.”

“Esther, I’m so sorry,” Mark says. “I thought the professor was The One.”

“Me too.”

“How did you find out?”

“The bastard told me. Two weeks ago. He just said it: ‘I’m sorry, I’m getting married in two weeks. I thought I’d have the strength to call it off, but I don’t. I love you, but I can’t see you anymore.’ That’s what he had the guts to tell me. More or less. In one awkward conversation, I was gone from his life.”

“But you really never had a teeny tiny suspicion? Didn’t you check his Facebook profile?”

“He doesn’t use Facebook. He says it wouldn’t be dignified for a professor.”

“Ah, never trust a guy who doesn’t have a Facebook profile.”

What a bastard. How can anyone do something like that? Why get married if you’re already cheating? It doesn’t make sense. It’s like adding Mexican chili peppers to a dish when you can’t digest spicy food.

“And he said he loved you.”

Esther nods.

“Do you think he was lying?”

“The worst part is that I’m almost sure he wasn’t.”

“But, darling, this whole story doesn’t make sense. If he says he loves you, why would he go get married to another woman?”