I didn’t kill my husband.
At least I don’t think I did.
But all evidence points to me and I can’t remember a thing about that night.
There are only two people in my life who would inherently trust I’m innocent. One of them just died.
The other is my ex Tyler Pressley; who I still have feelings for.
What kind of monster mourns one man while trying to seduce another?
Me. I’m that kind of monster.
Genevieve Daniels thinks she can call me, four years after decimating my heart, and I’ll ride up like some chump on my white horse to save her.
Not a chance.
Still, I’ll play right into her game of seduction. If only to mess with her. Show her what it’s like to crumble.
Am I that much of a monster?
Yes. Yes, I am.