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Prologue

Myra

The moment I met Nathan,I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life without him. Only it hadn’t worked out the way I’d wanted to.

Nothing had worked out the way I’d wanted it to.

My heels echoed on the hardwood as I made my way toward where I’d seen the person in question slink off. For a man usually the face of the party, I was surprised that he wasn’t smiling with the others and acting as if he weren’t a giant, selfish asshole with more barbs than heart.

I held back a sigh, knowing those thoughts were only part of the reason I needed to find him.

We couldn’t go on living this way.

I missed sleep. I missed my perfectly ordered life where I could pretend that the world wasn’t horrible, and I hadn’t shattered into a thousand pieces thanks to a calm cruelty that had shocked me to my very core.

And that meant I had to work with the man who haunted my days and threatened the peace of my nights.

I passed the others that I knew were related to Nate through marriage somehow and nodded, trying to smile with my eyes since my clenched jaw wouldn’t allow anything else.

They wouldn’t see the ice queen.

Good.

I needed Nate to see that queen, though.

She could wrap herself in armor. Could protect herself.

I needed to be that other me.

I turned the corner and spotted him in the library. He rubbed his temple before turning to me. A small part of me wanted to reach out and see if I could do something for his pain.

But I wasn’t that girl anymore.

And he’d never been that boy.

I let the ice queen reign.

“We need to talk.”

Nate looked up at me, and I raised a brow, so tired of the clutch in my belly at the sight of him. “Do we?”

“You know why, Nathan.”

“I honestly don’t.”

He lied. He had to. And I hated him for it. I loathed how he made me feel. The way he’d once been my everything. I hated him more with each passing day.

And what was worse, I despised the idea that he made me hate myself.

“Yes, we do,husband.”

Nate flinched and looked past me as if to see if anyone were near. What would he do if someone overheard? If they knew the truth of my greatest mistake? “Don’t fucking call me that.”

I raised my chin, narrowing my eyes at the man who’d broken me. “Fine.Ex-husband. Whatever title you want to use. But we’re going to talk.”

Chapter 1

Myra

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