Unloved (The Unlucky Ones #2)

by Marley Valentine

“I don’t think I wanted to die,” he confesses. “But I know I didn’t really care about living either.”

I reach for the collar of his shirt and tug him to me till his eyes are level with mine. “Just you. I just want you to come back.” “Always, baby.” He kisses me. “Always.”

For some, it’s till death do us part. For others, it’s through sickness and health For us, it is to hell and back.