I never believed in fate.
That was something for the dreamers, not someone as practical and pragmatic as I.
Fate had nothing to do with me walking in on my soon-to-be husband in a compromising position with his secretary.
Fate had nothing to do with me hopping on a plane to Rome just hours before I was supposed to be married.
And fate certainly had nothing to do with the handsome stranger sitting across the aisle from me, one who would open my mind and heart to things I never thought possible.
Because if fate is real, she’s cruel and unforgiving.
He could never be mine.
I could never be his.
And his deception may just be my breaking point.
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