Cassidy

A year ago, I slept with Jake the night before my wedding. My husband discovered the truth. Our marriage was annulled. Jake's wife divorced him. In one night, we'd helped destroy two marriages and nearly everything we'd built. Everyone warned me not to date him afterward. Rachel, Sarah, even Mom. They thought Jake and I were clinging to each other because admitting we didn't belong together would mean admitting we'd destroyed our lives for nothing. Maybe they were right. But Jake and I tried anyway. Now we're engaged. To everyone else, we're the perfect couple. We smile, hold hands and insist everything worked out. Behind closed doors, we fight constantly. “You knew I was getting married.” “You were the one getting married.” Neither of us trusts the other. How could we? We already know what we're capable of. Then he moved into the apartment across from mine. He's not a nice guy, and he doesn't pretend to be. Confident, shameless, always looking at me a little too long. Even with Jake standing beside me. I made sure he saw my engagement ring. He looked at it. Then looked right back at me.