My life was a mess. It would have been easier if Adam wasn’t my mate, if I wasn’t tied to him through this twisted bond.
If he hadn’t already been my husband, I could’ve rejected him, moved on with someone else—maybe Lucas, maybe someone who wanted me the way I deserved to be wanted. But I was trapped, stuck in this mess because of my uncle’s reckless decisions. I never thought much of him before, but now I hated him for getting involved in this mess, for pulling Adam into my life. I hated my father too, sitting at home with his new mate and a baby on the way, while I was here, sacrificing everything so he could have a better life.
The tears came harder, but they brought no relief. They didn’t fix anything. But in that moment, I let myself cry for the life I wanted, the life I couldn’t
