Mystery Island

Mystery Island

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Meeting Jesse was never supposed to happen. I came to the island to get away from my life. It had been six months since I lost my husband to this blasted war. A war none of us understood. Luckily it hadn't come to our continent yet. Mourning my husband had taken its toll. My life was filled with darkness. Every where I looked he was there. Reminders of a life that would never be. Mother insisted I come here. Even paid for my trip. Two weeks away, she said, would do my heart good. Did she know what would happen? Did she know what was coming?
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You know when you were younger and they told you that you could be whoever you wished to be? You could grow up and become whatever you set your mind and heart upon? Yep, well I'm here to tell you that's a complete load of bull. So as I stared across at my fiancé, our hands conjoined as he read his vows- it dawned on me. Getting married at age 23 to a self centered lawyer who viewed me as more of his little prodigé than his actually wife was not what I wanted. Becoming a defense attorney at a record age to a company own by said husband that I'll never be taken seriously in was definitely not what I wanted. And making my parents happy by completely shutting down any hopes and dreams I've ever had. was absolutely not what I wanted. "Nope." I shook my head, glancing between the priest and Jake, my soon-to-be, as I yanked my hands out of his. "W-what?" He stuttered, looking back at me mortified along with everyone else in the chapel. "Fuck this." I shook my head, as I lifted my dress and quickly made my way back down the isle that was littered with people I'd never seen before. So, few hours later and I'm on the first flight to Maine. Why? Well, shit happens. *this book is unedited

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