My Rules (Kingston Lane, #2)

by T.L. Swan

If you always do what you’ve always done, you will always be where you always were.

I was a good wife; I swear I was. The worst part is, I know that the part of my heart that loved so deeply and unencumbered has died. Never to be resurrected, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

“You let his love taint mine,” he murmurs. I screw up my face in tears. “And I’ll never forgive you for it.” He turns and walks to the door.