Prologue
If someone would have told me a year ago that my life would be irrevocably wrecked, I would’ve laughed in their face. You see, I was once a good-natured person. A fun-loving, devil-may-care woman, who laughed a lot and partied until the sun came up.
Yes, I was a party girl. Why? Because it was fun and I had a blast dancing and flirting with guys. Flirting was my thing.
It was my specialty.
Even though I partied, kissed and sometimes ended up doing more with these guys, I never loved any of them. Do I have any qualms about falling in love? No, never that. I always wanted to fall in love, but none of the guys made it happen for me.
Well, at least none of the guys I kissed and hooked-up with, anyway.
That is, until Harry.
Harry was the perfect man.
Unfortunately, he was perfect for my cousin, Harry’s wife, Becka, too.
Yes, Harry’s married… to my cousin.
Did I plan to fall madly in love with him? Never!
But it happened… and there was nothing I could do once it did. I was sucked into this unique world. A world where all I could ever do was follow where my heart would beat at a speedy, exhilarating rate.
I lived for Harry.
I breathed for Harry.
I loved for Harry.
Even though I knew having an affair with him was immoral and, without a doubt, scandalous, I didn’t care. Nothing mattered then. No thought, rhyme or reason could deter me; us.
Once our lips touched, the flames were instantly ignited.
The fire was consuming, searing and hot. If I were a wiser person, I would have known that fire—once it gets out of hand—cannot be controlled.
It spreads, destroying everything it could reach and everything that was in its way.
It devours all with totality.
And sometimes it causes fatality.
I could’ve prevented this devastation if I had not succumbed to the wills of my heart and body.
One kiss was all it took to destroy me.
One gargantuan mistake was all it took to end me.
A month ago, Harry killed me.
But he didn’t know.
No one did.