<p>I never believed in fate. That was something for the dreamers the romantics not someone as practical and pragmatic as I.</p><p>Fate had nothing to do with me walking in on my soon-to-be husband in a compromising position with his secretary.</p><p>Fate had nothing to do with me hopping on a plane to Rome effectively standing up my former fiancé on our wedding day.</p><p>And fate certainly had nothing to do with the handsome stranger sitting across the aisle from me one who would open my mind and heart to things I never thought possible.</p><p>Because if fate is real if fate is pulling the strings if fate is in charge of each person’s destiny she’s cruel and unforgiving.</p><p>Why would fate want me to experience a connection as I never had in my life only to remind me it’s fleeting? Why would fate give me everything I never knew I always wanted? Why would fate let me have a taste then crush those dreams?</p><p>He could never be mine. I could never be his. And his deception may just be my breaking point.</p><p>Contains mature themes.</p>
