“I'd rather have his butthole over and over again, than hit your Web filled pussy!” Jackson said it disdainfully. He didn't break a sweat. Shira and Jackson had a lovely marriage for five years till they tragically lost their son in an accident. Jackson became cold, Shira almost lost her mind and when she finally got a little hold of herself, she realized her husband had become distant, cold and quiet. After trying her best to make the marriage work, they ended up getting a divorce. Shira returned to work as a lecturer, determined to rebuild her life piece by piece. But nothing prepared her for the day she met Xavier Beaumont, a quiet, impossibly intense transfer student whose eyes held storms she recognized too well. He was younger. Forbidden. Off-limits. Yet the spark was immediate, dangerously alive. Xavier looked at her as though he could see every crack inside her, every wound Jackson left behind. And for the first time in years, Shira felt wanted. Seen. Alive. But then the whispers began. A wife. A mysterious drowning. A case dismissed due to “lack of evidence.” Rumors that Xavier’s last lover never survived loving him. Rumors that he had killed her. Fear wrapped around Shira like a cold hand, warning her to run. But obsession… obsession made her stay.