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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

“As I said, you’re probably the person I hated the most in my entire life. Being left at the altar was the worst experience I ever had. I was lost, heartbroken, humiliated… but,” she pauses, “it probably wasn’t nearly as bad as going through a divorce would’ve been, which was probably where Jake and I would’ve ended up some years down the line. I was in love with him, and being dumped on my wedding day was painful, but not as painful as slowly realizing I’d married someone who could never love me the way I deserve to be loved. I never understood that until I fell for my husband.”

I stare at her, stupefied. My eyes travel to her left hand where a tiny gold band is wrapped around her ring finger. Never has a little piece of metal given me more joy than the one sitting on her finger.

“You-you’re married?” I stutter.

“Yeah, I eloped to Vegas last month. I couldn’t stand to go through the whole ceremony-with-family-and-friends thing again. No crazy-ex-girlfriends-barging-in-to-yell-stop hazards this time.”

She’s married, and she’s making jokes about me ruining her life, which I really didn’t do. Right?

“You’re married,” I repeat, more to convince myself that it’s actually true.

“I am, so no matter what happened, I ended up in a good place. As did you, as did Jake, as did my husband. He’s your biggest fan!”

“He is?”

“Yeah, he’s over there. You can check for yourself.”

I stare through the glass wall of the meeting room where a tall, handsome man’s smiling at me. He’s the counselor who left the room last. His lips part in a warm smile and he bends forward in an obliged bow. I beam at him.

“He came to work for my firm when I was already engaged. He says he fell in love with me during our first joint trial. The day I didn’t get married was the happiest day of his life, so you’re his hero. Seriously. He was there to pick up the pieces when I broke apart, and a fine job he did. Now I know what real love feels like, and I can understand why you had to do what you did. So all’s well that ends well.”

I nod as I’m a little too choked up to speak.

“I’d better go now.”

“Sure,” I say. “And thank you.”

She smiles and exits the room. Outside, her husband puts an arm around her waist and pulls her in for a kiss. I watch Sharon literally beam with happiness as the sunrays bounce on her blonde hair, and a huge weight lifts from my chest. My closet’s empty; no more skeletons lurking in the dark.

Twenty-two

Doubts

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Monday, March 5—London

“At least you’ve warmed up to the engagement idea,” Amelia teases me.