The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)

by C.R. Jane

Signs bearing messages like "Ari, we miss you" and "Come home" filled my vision.

Awwww

“Every time you feel pain…hurt me instead. Let me take it from you.”

Your pain is not a baggage to endure, baby. It’s an honor for me to help you shoulder it. Give it to me. Tell me where it hurts. Let me take it away.”

We’re soulmates, twin halves of the…Same. Fucking. Soul.”

She belonged to me, whether she fully comprehended it or not.

She was mine, and I would do whatever it took to make her understand that.

Because Ari was my safe place. Even when I was mad, hurt, upset…he was still somehow my safe place. He was where I most felt free.

When Elvis had asked, "Do you take this man to be your husband?" I’d literally slurred “hell yeah” and pumped my fist.

Lol

I couldn’t let her go. It was never going to happen.

"I can’t watch you be so miserable. I can’t be the reason that all your light fades. I love you enough to let you go, to stop forcing you to be with me.”

“I’m sorry I broke my promise to make you happy, sunshine. I’ll never be over you. You’ll always be the love of my life.”

So I’d hired an actress to pose as a divorce attorney, and I’d had a friend put together fake papers that had no legal validity.

Obviously it was all fake

I saw you at twelve years old, Blake, and my soul recognized you. Realized you belonged to me. In every circumstance, in every life…I would have found you. I know that, with every fiber in my being.”