Jack, my late husband, passed away two years ago. I'd been living a lifeless life ever since, hitting new lows daily. He wasn't a great husband by any standard, but being his wife defined me, it's who I was, until suddenly, I wasn't anymore. Moving on wasn't just hard, it was nearly impossible.
Loneliness and boredom sent me to Facebook one fateful night. It started with a bottle of wine that wouldn't open and ended with a conversation with him, the man that would that would change my life, for better or worse. His name was Jake Malone, and he seemed perfect. The man was gorgeous, charming, successful and would without a doubt save me from myself or shatter my already fragile existence. I knew I was playing with fire, but what I didn't know was how much he was playing me.
Thankfully, if a girl has a handful of friends she can consider her herself lucky indeed. No matter that the roof over my head is literally caving in, or that my antique business is struggling or that Jake Malone has me questioning my sanity, I got my girls. They all have baggage of their own, but they also have my back. And together, we just my survive this crazy roller coaster called life.