My name is Lily Gilmore, and I was supposed to be getting married today. That was until I found my fiancé having sex with my sister in the church moments before I was supposed to walk down the aisle. I grew up with a father who was a womanizer and cheated on my mother every moment he had the chance. He would even stoop as low as to take me and my sister with him on his trysts when we were younger. Cheating was all I grew up with, and I vowed never to live the life my mother did. After finding my fiancé and my sister together, I moved from Seattle to Santa Monica to start a new life of independence and to focus on my passion for photography, man-free.
My name is Luke Matthews. About a year ago, I lost the love of my life, my fiancé, in a tragic car accident. There are no words that can describe how I’ve felt the past year. My life and all my dreams had died with her in the accident. I exist, and I play my guitar to try and ease the pain. My love was taken away, and I will never get that back.
What happens when the lives of two people who no longer believe in love are suddenly changed by fate?
Opening the door to Lily’s apartment and stepping inside, I didn’t see her. I walked down the hall, stopped in the doorway of her bedroom, and stared at her laying on the bed all curled up. My heart broke seeing her like that. She must have heard me because she rolled over and tried to open her swollen eyes. As I walked over to her and sat on the edge of the bed, I pushed her hair behind her ear and leaned over, kissing her teary eye and moist cheek. She raised her arm up and looped it around my neck, bringing me closer as I buried my face deep into her.
“I’m so sorry for everything I said,” she began to cry.
“I’m sorry for not being here for you when you needed me, Lily.”
We laid there for a few moments in silence before I pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes were swollen and red. As I got up from the bed, she grabbed my hand, and I told her that I’d be right back. I walked to the bathroom and grabbed a wash cloth from under the sink. I ran the cloth under the warm water and folded it as I walked back to the bedroom. Gently wiping her face, the corners of her mouth turned up forming a small smile.
“That’s what I like to see.” I smiled back.
She sat up with her back against the headboard. I put the washcloth on the night stand and took both of her hands in mine, interlacing our fingers. “We need to talk, babe. You need to tell me what you’re feeling, where that last argument came from, and why you called me your father’s name. Because if we don’t, it’s going to happen again, and that’s not good for our relationship.”
I am the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Forever Black, Forever You and the highly anticipated release of the final book in the trilogy, Forever Us. I am the mother of three teenage girls, two cats and two sassy dogs. I love being a full-time writer and spend my days writing. I have a shopping addiction and a severe caffeine addiction. You can usually find me hanging out at the local Starbucks (with my laptop) and shopping in my favorite store, Sephora. I love meeting and connecting with new people, so come find me at:
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