He was still the same arrogant jerk as he was back in high school. A dangerous combination. He was getting to me—my one club. My one social event I had once per week was being taken away from me.
I loved him back in high school, pined for him… and then it all went wrong. I pushed him away, and no matter what, I couldn’t take it back.
So I did what anyone else on the rebound would do. I went and dated the safe option—or so I thought at the time—when I left town. I found someone who would accept me. Someone who would forgive me for my mistakes and love me for who I am.
Or so I thought. We got married, but the moment I was pregnant, he just left. He said our relationship was moving too quickly.
We were married!
The safe option turned out to be the worst choice.
Now, Hunter was back wi
