Second Chances Don’t Look Like You
After her true love betrays her, a woman finds herself drawn to the one man she never expected—his own hands. As she navigates the wreckage of her past and the dangerous pull of a new connection, she must decide whether love can be rebuilt from the ashes of betrayal.
He stepped closer, and the scent of women's perfume on him became I saw you at the intersection. Who were you with? He was panting, clearly having run all the way back. Was that a guy? Do I know him?
Before he could finish, Mom walked out of the kitchen holding a tray. You're back? Oh, Jackie, do you have a girlfriend now? Jack froze in confusion. Wait, what?
Mom smirked and pointed at his cheek. You still got that girl's lipstick on you. Silence filled the room. Jack's face turned pale. He frantically wiped his panic in his eyes.
It was an accident, Mia. I swear. I was still too wrapped up in my own embarrassment to care. Seeing me turn to leave, Jack panicked. I wasn't messing around.
I know the perfect boyfriend rules by heart. She tripped, and I caught her. That must be when it happened. He trailed off.
His panic faded, replaced by a faint smile. I won't walk with her again. Don't cry. Not crying over him.
I just kept picturing Ethan's eyes cold, disgusted. Next time he saw me, that is what had me tearing up. What you do is none of my business. I'm done controlling you. Leave me alone.
My head pounded and his nagging made it worse. What's wrong, honey? Jack's smile faltered, but he pursed his lips. Sure. Keep denying it.
My miserable mood lasted until the next morning. Yawning, I walked out of the neighborhood gate. I froze when I saw someone standing nearby. I rubbed my eyes.
He's still there. It's not a dream. Ethan spotted me, taking his hands out of his pockets. He walked over.