“Then I choose her.”
My husband said it with his whole motorcycle club watching.
The woman beside him was my sister.
For eleven years, Russ Kincaid knew how to make me laugh, how to touch me, how to turn an ordinary night into something I wanted to keep. He also knew exactly what he was doing when he took Talia's hand and let me walk out alone.
Now I have my own address, a divorce petition, and a roomful of witnesses who won't get to pretend our marriage was over before he betrayed it.
I intend to make sure they hear the truth.
But getting even doesn't stop me missing him. It doesn't erase the man who still knows which terrible films make me laugh—or the wanting I feel when he looks at me as though losing me has finally become real.
Russ wants another chance. I can make him wait. I can finish the divorce. I can build a good life without him.
I've already begun.
If I let him close again, he'll have to face everything his choice cost me: my marriage, my sister, and the easy trust I once gave them both.
And he'll have to understand that loving him again will be my decision to make.
