I’d moved on. Until Ben Taylor walked into my camp.
I swore off men. Forever. Period. The end.
Ben Taylor was the cause — the perfect muscled military hero.
The green-eyed angel who stole my soul.
He claimed I cheated on him.
I told him I wouldn’t cheat on the man who owned my heart.
I’ve moved on. I help other women now.
Women like me whose hearts have been smashed into pieces.
I offer them the space and support to heal. One day I might even heal myself.
Six years since I last saw him — still the perfect muscled military hero, now with a cute kid in tow.
Still my first and only love.
Still the man who didn’t trust me enough to listen. The man who broke my heart.
I’ve sworn off men. For good.
And I’ve sworn off Ben Taylor.
Right?
