I Ran Before He Could Lie
To save Hugh, I took the hit—literally. The kidnappers beat me so bad I ended up with a brain hemorrhage. My mind? Stuck at thirteen.
Hugh, all guilt and promises, said, "Wenna, I'll protect you forever."
And he did.
He watched over me. When the house caught fire, he threw himself over me, took the burns, didn't flinch.
Then came his oh-so-perfect foster sister.
"Mia's not into... slow people. Maybe you should live next door," he said.
And my son? The one I nearly died bringing into the world?
"Stupid woman! You embarrass me and Dad. You're nothing like Aunt Mia—she's smart and pretty. If it weren't for you, she could've been my mom. You should just die!"
To play hero for Mia, my son shoved me into the street. A truck did the rest.
When I opened my eyes, I was back on the day Hugh proposed.
This time? I wasn't here for his pity.
And I sure as hell wasn't marrying him.