Here I am in my mid-forties, alone and at a crossroads about what kind of woman I want to be. It feels as though every turn I take, I hit a roadblock. Nothing ends how it's meant to.
In recent years, I've lost my sister, my best friend, my home, my confidence. I lost me.
I've dealt with grief and loss in insurmountable measures.
Things take a drastic change when someone I despise starts to look appealing―a man I hate. My heart is a traitor to my mind as unexpected feelings build out of nowhere. He's a known playboy. A man who earned the world and never settled down. This man, now, has his sights set on me. It's never wise to try to tame the womaniser. Will this not just lead to more heartache for me?
Can you really rebuild your future midway through life? I don't know.
Trigger warning: contains adult themes including infertility, grief, and loss.