I've lost my grandmother to a heart attack, the house to foreclosure, and now I'm living in Chicago with a man I swear is cheating on me. I thought he was my soul mate but I was wrong, and now I feel...I just feel....
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When that man put his hands on me I can't take living with him anymore. I deice to move in with my best friend Jaylen for a while. He's a business owner with bills and problems of his own I need him. I just can't go back to my apartment with that man who i thought loved me. One look at my bruises tells me that love was wrong.
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Other books in this series:
I Won't Cry (book 2)
We'll Make It Through (book 3)
No Matter What (book 4)
Ex-Player (sequel)
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"I love this book...I couldn't put this book down!"
-Honesty (Amazon Reviewer)
"This book was a good read that I did not want to end! This book had my heart racing!"
-Cecilia (Amazon Reviewer)
"Omg this book was a pleasant surprise."
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** Excerpt (All Rights Reserved)**
"How many times has he cheated on you?"
The question stings hard, and I wish I didn't care about someone who clearly doesn't care about me. Why do I cling to the very person pushing me away like I'm unwanted? Am I even wanted? I look around Jaylen's apartment and feel out of place, and I've been here a thousand times. I've slept over here, I've eaten here, I've watched TV, I've curled up on that very couch and dozed off to the sound of the Bull's games, but I still feel out of place.
My thoughts turn to my grandmother, and I hear her voice saying that no matter where I go, no matter how far, if there are people there who love me, then I'm home. I start to feel a little better, but then I realize that the person I love and who is supposed to love me probably hasn't been faithful to our relationship since it started. What kind of love is that?
"Once. Maybe twice now," I answer.
Jaylen nods. I know he remembers exactly how many times because he was here giving me a shoulder to cry on. "Why did you forgive him?" he asks.
"I guess I wanted it so bad. To be in a relationship. A real one with someone I loved and who loved me. Like you and Angela. The way Chris talked to me seemed like we could have it all. Be perfect together, and all that I needed to do was forgive him."
He hesitates before he answers. "You can't compare your relationship to mine, though."
I nod, then shrug. "I guess I don't know how to explain it." I look around the living room and stare into the kitchen and try to focus on the reason I'm here. "Can I stay here for a while?"
I hear him take a deep breath. "What am I suppose to say to Angela when she sees you staying here?"
I look at Jaylen's hands as they carelessly hang above the sofa's headrest. I know those hands would kill for me. "I don't know," I answer.
I'm about to suggest staying in a hotel, when Jaylen stands up and places a hand on my shoulder. I bite my lower lip and look up at him and see him smiling. "I guess I better not tell her then," he says, then picks up my suitcase and takes it to the guest room.