Wrong Side of Wright

He's handsome, he's charming . . . he's a liar.

He'd put me through so much—broke me until I barely recognized my reflection in the mirror. Six years he lied about being married. Six years of my life stolen—wasted from my own stupidity. But I healed—or at least I thought I had.

I got one year . . .

Three hundred and sixty something odd days before he showed up at my door . . . shot in the shoulder . . . begging me for help . . . showing me that everything I thought I knew was the farthest from reality I'd ever get.

But then I was given a choice . . . trust him and survive, or fend for myself.

Has loving him proved to have been the biggest mistake of my life?

Contains mature themes.