Whether Serena forgives me or not. However the world sees me. My life entered its countdown the moment I made that choice seven years ago.
Life is too short—no time left for sighing.
Before death comes, there's only one way to live: fight with everything I have.
I tidied up the room and waited for the evening's regulars.
But that night, it wasn't regulars who showed up.
It was a pack of vicious punks.
The rickety door caved in with one kick. They shoved me around while trashing the place.
The lackey up front bowed and scraped to the man standing off to the side.
I recognized him—Ethan Pruitt. Serena's fiancé. The one she'd thrown obscene amounts of money at to chase down.
Ethan was handsome, but his temper ran hot.
The moment our eyes met, he backhanded me across the face.
His nails raked my cheek. He grabbed my chin and sneered. "So this is Serena's first love? Doesn't look like much. How'd you manage to stay in her head all these years?"