But had I truly moved on? No one said leaving behind the one man you had loved since you were six would be easy. On one fateful, horrific night, the life I knew disappeared in the blink of an eye. I had a four-year-old son I adored more than anything in the world. I faked my own death, changed my identity, and moved thousands of miles across the ocean just to escape the one man I would never get out of my heart. Or had it? Tyler My name was Jessica now. The stage was set like a tragic Shakespearean play, and Tyler's and Dean's world-as they knew it-had ended. From the moment he punched a boy for hurting her, Tyler knew there was no going back. Or could you? From the moment Tyler was six, she fell in love with that cocky eight-year-old boy with the black spiky hair, captivating blues eyes, and scruffy uniform. How could anyone move on from a betrayal so devastating, it cut down to the bone and rooted itself deep within? You could never forgive such heartache.
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