First Books

The man I hate lives next door. He must have just moved in, even though I never saw the moving truck. He's just as arrogant as I remember, mowing the lawn without a shirt and grinning like an idiot. When he catches me staring at him through the window, he winks. So cocky. He flirts with me like he never broke my heart. And then he tells me something I just can't believe. We're married.

I can't believe this is real. I've lost years of my life, years of memories. He tells me we've been happily married for years, but I despise him so much that I can't believe that. How did he get me to fall in love with him the first time? And how does he expect to do it a second time?

He won't let me date anyone because he's the biggest cockblock in the world. He still calls me his wife even though I don't remember our wedding day. He said he'll never give up on me. Not now. Not ever. Somehow, I forgave him for what he did in the past. But I'm not sure if I can do it again. But he's not giving me much choice.