Chapter 1

The night before our wedding, I caught Lewis tangled up with my best friend on the couch. I lost my mind completely — and slept with all three of his friends.

I made sure to leave evidence everywhere. On his desk. In the passenger seat of his sports car. In his office.

But when Lewis found out, he just casually stubbed out his cigarette and made a group call.

"You slept with all of them? How was it?"

Laughter crackled through the phone.

"Pretty flexible."

"She was alright. Just a little stiff — nowhere near as fun as that actress I've been seeing."

"Lewis, did you never bother training her? She moved like a board."

The revenge I'd so carefully planned was nothing but a punchline to him. He didn't care at all.

I completely fell apart. I had a breakdown. And Lewis had me committed to a psychiatric facility.

I spent a year there. Then, finally, I got better.

Outside the window, a Bentley pulled into the courtyard and went quiet.

Lewis had come to take me home.

He still remembered to come for me. But I had already forgotten how to love him.