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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Painful
  3. Books By S.C. Stephens
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Acknowledgments
  42. About the Author

Kiss…that was what he’d said. Let’s talk about the kiss. What kiss? Did he just fucking kiss her? My stomach filled with acid while my veins filled with venom. What the fuck was he even doing here? What the fuck were they doing together? Jesus fucking Christ, was this her secret? That Denny was back in town…and now he was kissing her? Did he come back for her? Knowing I was gone? How long had he been here? With her. Fuck.

The pair finally noticed me. They pulled away from each other, their smiles falling, their arms dropping, their eyes widening. I felt like I was going to be sick as I witnessed their stunned, guilty expressions. The only thing keeping my stomach in check, was the rage circulating throughout my body. I held onto it as tightly as I could—anything to block out the pain. What the hell is going on here?

“I felt bad for missing our anniversary. We had a short break in the schedule, and even though Matt’s irked at me for taking off, I just had to come out and see you.” I could barely speak my jaw was so tight, and my entire body was vibrating with pent-up anger. Eyes narrowed in fury, I flicked a glance between them. Why is he here? “I wanted to surprise you. Are you surprised…? Because I know I am.”

Kiera instantly moved away from Denny. Standing, she held up her hands. “I can explain.”

Really? She had an excuse for being with him? For the kiss that Denny wanted to talk about? Because they had sure looked pretty fucking cozy when I interrupted. How could she possibly explain the cuddling I witnessed? Overcome with the rage inside me, I slammed the door shut as I stepped closer. I pointed at them with the bouquet of flowers still in my hand. “You can explain! Explain what, exactly? The fact that he is sitting in your living room and not thousands of miles away, or the fact that you had your hands all over each other!”

I knew I was yelling, I knew I was losing it…and I didn’t fucking care. They’d kissed, I just knew it. And a small part of me…wasn’t surprised. Maybe her being with Denny was shocking, but her finding comfort in another man…no, not really. I’d almost been expecting this.