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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

“No, you just clubbed her chances at happily ever after. No worries.”

I mentally scowl at my sarcastic inner self. I can’t believe there’s a person in the world who could hate me that much. If ever there was a death stare, Sharon has mastered it.

“Well, when you steal the groom from the glowing bride on her special day, death wishes could easily present themselves as side effects.”

“Oh, shut up.”

The buzzing noise of people talking in the background suddenly dies away. Did I just say it aloud? I dare to lift my head.

Sharon’s staring at me. Apparently, she was speaking at that moment.

“I’m sorry, did you say something?” she asks.

I wish the ground would open and swallow me up.

“No, no.” If you put together all Ally McBeal’s most embarrassing moments they wouldn’t add up to this. “Please go on.”

“Glad we have your blessing to move forward.” Sharon gives me a shrewd, evil smile and resumes her speech.

Well, I deserve this. I deserve to be humiliated and shamed. I ruined her life; I took Jake away from her. All her hopes, her dreams of a future with him now are mine. I stole her life. I deserve all the bad shit she wants to give me. What I did to her is bad karma. I need to suck it up and apologize to her. Yes, when the meeting’s over I’ll own my mistakes and say I’m sorry. Then maybe I won’t come back in the next life as a cockroach.

Twenty unbearably long minutes later, the meeting’s over. As everyone gets up to leave the room, I linger behind. So does Sharon. It’s as if we’re both aware we can’t just leave without talking to each other. I don’t even know if we reached an agreement for our clients, I was too busy rehearsing my apology speech in my head. The last of her remaining colleagues murmurs something in her ear, they exchange a nod, and he’s gone. We’re alone.

“Err, Sharon. Would you mind having a word with me?” It’s the best opening line I can come up with.

“You usually don’t ask my permission to talk.”

She delivers a jab-cross combo and sends me back to my corner.

“Right, mmm… I really need to talk to you.”

“Am I allowed to scream?”

“Please, it’s only going to take a minute. You don’t know how many times I’ve thought of picking up the phone to call you.”

“Why? Did you leave something out of your last speech?”