Disgrace

Disgrace

Each day I prayed for my husband to love me again.<br /><br />After fifteen years together, he walked away from me, and into the arms of another.<br /><br />I didn’t know how to cope. I didn’t know my worth. I didn’t know how to exist without him by my side.<br /><br />All I wanted was for him to come back to me.<br /><br />Then, Jackson Emery appeared.<br /><br />He was supposed to be a distraction for my mind. A summer fling. A confidence boost to my bruised heart.<br /><br />We were perfect for one another, because we both knew we wouldn’t last. Jackson didn’t believe in commitment, and I no longer believed in love. He was too closed-off for me, and I was too damaged for him.<br /><br />Everything was fine, until one night my heart skipped a beat.<br /><br />I didn’t expect him to make me laugh. To make me think. To make my sadness somewhat disappear.<br /><br />When our time was up, my heart didn’t know how to walk away.<br /><br />Each day I prayed for my husband to love me again, yet slowly my prayers began to shift toward the man who wasn’t right for me. <br /><br />I prayed for one more smile, one more kiss, one more laugh, one more touch… <br /><br />I prayed for him to be mine.<br /><br />Even though I knew his heart wasn’t destined to love.