Chapters (36)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Playlist
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Epilogue
- Undeniably You
- Also by Jewel E. Ann
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
My eyes snap open. “W-what?”
He wasn’t married. No, no, no … He didn’t have a pregnant wife.
“Fucking asshole cheated on her when she was pregnant. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill him and his home-wrecking whore.”
I blink, releasing big, heartbreaking, regretful, angry, God-hates-me tears.
“Anyway … Ranger was a good dog.” Jake gives me a squeeze and kisses my wet cheek. “Ave?” He turns me toward him.
This time I don’t hide from him. My teary gaze stays on his contorted face.
“I’m sorry. I said too much. Swarley was a good dog too.”
If I lie, we will never be real. And I don’t want the lies. I want love. Real. Honest. Soul-consuming. Naked love.
“His mom had cancer. Cancer.” I shake my head and back away.
Jake’s brows pull together as he cocks his head. “Who? What are you talking about?”
“He had to move away to take care of his mother. He told me not to wait. He said sometimes life just happens.”
“Ave … I’m not following. Who said that?”
The tears won’t stop, but I don’t look away. God … maybe he’ll see how blindsided I was by this. He’ll see the truth.
“Ranger was a stray dog he found at the park. Ranger lived with Steve’s mom most of the time. A therapy dog.” I continue to shake my head as I repeat the lies I was told. “He wasn’t married. He had never been married.”
Realization softens Jake’s brow as disbelief—shock—ghosts along his face, dulling the life in his eyes.
Home-wrecking whore.
“Avery …” His tone loses all kindness, all the love. It’s cold. The kind of cold that feels like a knife against my skin.
“He said he loved me. He said one day he wanted to marry me.” I continue to shake my head, pressing my hand against my chest.
“He wanted in your fucking pants! That’s why he said that to you!”
I choke on a sob as I gasp at his words.
Jake clenches his teeth, a hint of regret flashes in his eyes, but it fades in seconds, squashed by his anger.
“I’m not a whore.” I shove as much confidence as I can into that statement.
Jake grunts. “Tell that to Megan.”
Megan. Megan who lost her baby and her dog. Megan who was cheated on by her lying husband. Megan who tried to save Swarley. Megan who welcomed us into her home. Megan—Jake’s friend.