4 chapitres En cours d'écriture Contenu pour adultesTwo thousand nine hundred and twenty-two days. That's how long I've existed in the wreckage of my past. Eight years of hushed whispers, of judgmental stares, of the cold, merciless words-he deserved it. Eight years of therapy, of drowning in grief, of aching for a way to make him proud beyond the grave.
Then he appeared. A man who crashed into my world like a storm, reckless and untamed, with no intention of staying. I should have hated him. I did hate him.
Yet my body betrayed me, drawn to him with a hunger that defied reason. He was heat and danger, temptation wrapped in sin, and against every instinct, I craved him. I craved everything about him. With him, I forgot-if only for a moment. The pain. The ghosts. The past that held me prisoner.
Until it all came rushing back, threatening to consume me.
Now, I stand on the edge of something I never asked for-a love that feels like both salvation and ruin-and a truth that refuses to stay buried.