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.
his ears to his cheeks. Is it actually possible to just like someone else? I kept a perfectly straight face and played him. Yeah, as long as they treat me well enough, I can. Ethan went again. He looked down, eating his breakfast in silence. No idea what was going on in his head. back home. I saw someone sitting in the living room, thinking it was my dad. I walked toward
my bedroom. Suddenly, a hand grabbed my arm. I gasped, realizing it was Jack. His face was eyes burning with anger. Where were you? I tried to pull away, frowning at him. Getting breakfast? Where's mine? A sudden quiet fell over us. I realized I always brought Jack breakfast. Today, my hands were empty. I was too busy flirting with Ethan. Who was the guy in this
photo? Who did you get breakfast with? He shoved his phone at me, showing Avery's photo. It was a picture of Ethan and me walking away. A vein twitched at Jack's temple. His words were through gritted teeth. Do I even know him? You made me memorize the boyfriend rules. You made me keep my boundaries, but what about you? Mia Carter, are you fucking holding hands with
guy? I stared at him. Jack was handsome, but something felt missing. Staring at his angry red eyes, I realized it. He didn't have that beauty mark under his eye. I never thought a little mark like that could be so attractive until I met Ethan. Before Ethan, I thought had a great personality now he seemed way too loud and annoying jack saw the flash of annoyance in my
eyes his expression grew even darker i'm asking you a question who are you thinking about a wave of guilt hit me could he really tell answer me he reached for my chin but i swerved away i took a