PROLOUGE

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I walked into the courthouse with a heavy heart and a sad smile.

The fingers laced with mine didn't fit, nor would they ever. The lips that pecked my cheek would never make me swoon. Her voice would never make me sink to my knees. Her touch would never make me melt like candle wax.

The fingers I needed, the lips I craved, the voice I'd sink for, the touch I'd melt for was currently being labeled a mistress, an adulterer, a home wrecker. The love of my life was currently sitting before a judge and a jury awaiting her sentence.

Why? Because in Lima, Ohio that's what happens when married men step out on their wives.

We began this affair out of lust and it became more.

It went further than attraction.

It was destiny.

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