Vincent
Can be read as a standalone story.
A knock on the wrong door changed everything.
Eight years ago, my wife was dying.
She made me promise one thing.
Stay away from my best friend, Althea.
The girl I’d known since we were kids.
The girl I’d never let myself love.
So I gave her up.
Buried myself in grief and raised our son alone.
Until she walked back into my life.
Still the same energy. A dimple that ruins me.
A pastry chef who tastes like every sin I swore off.
My six year old boy fell first.
I should have known I’d follow.
One rainy weekend in her cottage and I broke every promise I ever made.
Then a Frenchman shows up in the tabloids.
His arm around her waist. His lips on hers.
And something inside me snaps.
She thinks she can run.
She thinks I’ll let her go again.
She has no idea what she’s carrying.
Or what I’ll burn down to keep her.
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