She thinks she’s found the perfect husband—the one in a million who isn’t like the rest…my best friend Dane Ashford.
He would never betray her.
He would never lie or cheat on her.
He loves her.
It would hurt to hear the truth, to know it’s all a lie, but then she could move on and so could I.
Maybe then she would understand why I was miserable around her all these years.
I’ve even convinced myself a time or two that she deserves to know the truth—but this isn’t my story and that’s not how it’s going to play out.
This isn’t some redemption plan where my hands will now be washed clean.
I’m just as culpable in this story, in fact, I’m worse.
I’m the man who led her right into the lion’s den.