Frayed (Trista Steven's Story)

Prologue

If someone would have told me last year that my life would be irrevocably wrecked, I would’ve laughed at their faces. You see, I was once a good-natured person. A fun-loving, devil-may-care woman, who laughed a lot and partied harder.

Yes, I was a party girl. Why? Because it was fun and I had a blast dancing and flirting with guys. Flirting was my thing.

It was my specialty.

Even though I partied, kissed and sometimes ended up doing more with these guys, I never loved any of them. Do I have any qualms about falling in love? No, never that. I always wanted to fall in love but none of the guys ever made it happen for me.

Well, at least none of the guys I kissed and hooked-up with, anyway.

That is, until Harry.

Harry was the perfect man. To me, that is.

And unfortunately, he was perfect for my cousin too.

Harry’s wife.

Yes, Harry’s married…to my cousin.

Did I plan to fall madly in love with him? Never!

But it happened….and there was nothing I could do once it did. I was sucked in into this unique world. A world where all I could ever do was follow where my heart would beat in a speedy, exhilarating rate.

I lived for Harry.

I breathed for Harry.

I loved for Harry.

Even though I knew having an affair with him was immoral and without a doubt scandalous, I didn’t care. Nothing mattered then. No thought, rhyme or reason could deter me, us.

Once our lips touched, it ignited the flames.

The fire was consuming, searing and hot. But if I was a wiser person, I should’ve known that fire….once it gets out of hand, cannot be controlled.

It spreads, destroying everything it could reach and everything that was on the way.

It devours it all with totality.

And sometimes it causes fatality.

This devastation I could’ve prevented if I did not succumb to the wills of my heart and body.

One kiss was all it took to destroy me.

One gargantuan mistake was all it took to end me.

Three weeks ago, Harry killed me.

But he didn’t know.

No one did.