This brilliant plan of mine didn't just go off the rails.
It never mattered.
She was already moving on before I even opened the marriage. Instead of playing, I should have been scrambling to save our marriage.
Amelia
I switch off the TV and stare at it for a moment. That was… painful to watch. Not in a melancholy way, just embarrassing.
It's been a month since Christmas, and I'm over these bull-headed, egotistical men who think they can push me around and then come back with lame apologies? I roll my eyes, reflecting on the live scene I just witnessed on the Canada Sports Network. Bash dropped to his knees with a dramatic apology that was too little, too late, while Jaxson got shredded with questions about me. Someone he knows nothing about any longer. I giggled as I watched him slither behind everyone else, hiding, eyes glued to his phone. I know exactly what he was looking at.
New year, new me.
I don't need some hot-headed, faithless, testosterone-filled idiot telling me what to do.
I finally see my worth.
I'm done.
I pick up my mug of cocoa and head to my reading nook. Settling back with my book, I watch snow drift lazily outside. I barely notice. I'm focused and content in my own little world.
"Ah, Brock—myWild Man, my favorite book boyfriend. Thank you, Kristen," I coo, lifting my book and diving back into the story.
