Each day I prayed for my husband to love me again. After seventeen years together, he walked away from me, and into the arms of another. I didnβt know how to cope. I didnβt know my worth. I didnβt know how to exist without him by my side. All I wanted was for him to come back to me. Then, Jackson Emery appeared. He was supposed to be a distraction for my mind. A summer fling. A confidence boost to my bruised heart. We were perfect for one another, because we both knew we wouldnβt last. Jackson didnβt believe in commitment, and I no longer believed in love. He was too young for me, and I was too damaged for him. Everything was fine, until one night my heart skipped a beat. I didnβt expect him to make me laugh. To make me think. To make my sadness somewhat disappear. When our time was up, my heart didnβt know how to walk away. Each day I prayed for my husband to love me again, yet slowly my prayers began to shift toward the man who wasnβt right for me. I prayed for one more smile, one more kiss, one more laugh, one more touchβ¦ I prayed for him to be mine. Even though I knew his heart wasnβt destined to love.