Rich girl, poor boy.

It was the oldest story.

Yet it was ours.

I knew Penelope was different the moment I laid eyes on her.

But all she wanted was to be friends-with-benefits.

My best friend told me not to f*ck the new girl.

He didn’t say anything about marrying her.

Or what might happen if we broke our vows.

I was the rebellious trust fund baby.

The one who threw the finger to her parents.

I designed a life I loved.

No rules, no expectations.

Something easy.

Dougie didn’t want easy, he wanted commitment.

Babies, marriage, the postcard perfect house in the ‘burbs.

The life. It was all ours.

Until it wasn’t.

All we had now were lies and betrayal.

Lies that might just cost us everything.

 

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She lives 40 minutes west of Toronto, Ontario with her partner, Michael, and their 8lb larger-than-life miniature dachshund, Maia.

She believes that burritos should be in their own food group, loves the fall, winged liner, and listening to metalcore at an offensive level.