bhewrites
Addison May and Jack Carter share a past that neither of them talks about anymore, the kind of past that still aches if you touch it too closely. Years ago, they were inseparable-young, in love, and full of plans they thought were unbreakable. But everything changed when Jack's mother fell ill. The grief hit him like a tidal wave, dragging him under before anyone could reach him. He turned to drinking, to shutting people out, to numbing himself in any way he could. And Addison, who loved him more than she ever admitted out loud, tried to hold on. She tried until she had nothing left to give.
But the lowest point came the night she found out he'd cheated. In that instant, every version of their future shattered. She walked away without letting him explain, without letting herself look back. She swore she'd never trust him again. Never speak to him again. Never, ever let him close enough to hurt her again. Over time, her heartbreak hardened into anger, and that anger turned into something she told herself was hate-sharp, cold, and permanent.
Years passed. They built separate lives, avoided the same rooms, the same conversations, the same memories. Addison convinced herself she was over it. Over him.
Until now.
At their best friends' wedding-surrounded by soft lights, slow music, and too many glasses of champagne-fate throws them right back into each other's orbit. One look across the room unravels her, one awkward "hi" tempts him, and one moment of shared laughter feels dangerously familiar. The night blurs, their walls loosen, and every emotion they buried rises to the surface.
And when one thing leads to another... Addison is forced to face a truth she's avoided for years:
The past isn't done with them. Not even close.