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Table of Contents

Title Page

Acknowledgements

For the full experience:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Epilogue

Note From Author

Acknowledgements

Acknowledgements

Firstly, I would like to say to my kid, that maybe you are too small to read mommas books right now but when you do open it just know, my words are written for you. There is love out there, kiddo. My love for you never dims, never fades, and has no limit.

A huge thank you goes out to Lauren for always making me laugh. Pushing me to finish this book while my life tumbles out of control.

Gary and Swallow who took me on a ride of my life while introducing me to a shit load of bikers. Tyrone for the help with the action scene.

And a thank you to Juan for answering a ton of questions.

And mostly a special thank you to all my email subscribers. You guys inspire me to keep moving, even when I can’t get up.

For all of you who search for a keeper.

“She was forgettable, why couldn’t I stay away.”

For the full experience:

For the full experience:

Tin man - Miranda Lambert
Love me or leave me – Dustin Lynch
Jolene – Mylie Cyrus (The backyard session)
Ain’t no sunshine – Shawn James
Chase Rice – Ready Set Roll
Halo – Beyonce (Jasmine Thompson version)
Florida Georgia Line – H.O.L.Y
Chris Stapleton – Tennessee Whiskey
Carrie Underwood – Dirty Laundry
Jonathan Roy – Keeping Me Alive
Luke Combs – When it Rains it pours
Brett Young – Like I love you
Maren Morris – I could use a love song
Eli young Band – Crazy Girl
Lewis Capaldi – Rush ft. Jessie Reyes
Kip Moore – She's mine
Ashley McBryde – One night standards

Prelude

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Growing up life was good, simple. I took it for granted.

Why not right? I had a stay at home mom and two older brothers. I was the baby and my family treated me as one.

My dad was an electrician for a machine repair company, 10 miles from Laurelhurst, our suburban homestay.

We were never rich, neither were we hurting for cash. I never wore thrift store clothing. Nor did I have to eat the same food two days in a row. Overall life was good.

I know it now, but then I didn't have a clue. Then, life was normal. I never knew things any other way. I was young like that. Naïve.

I attended a public school like most kids in Laurelhurst. Graduating top of my class, I was the first in my family to get accepted into Harvard University. Yes, I was going to do my first-year pre-med. I wanted to be a neurosurgeon. I was ambitious, filled with goals and dreams.

It's amazing how life seems to be going so great, those sleepless nights finally paying off. Because I can tell you, that when you're flying high you feel invincible. I did, and it was the best feeling I ever had.

My brothers attended Washington State, not far from home. Ridge finished his degree in accounting, and Freddy was already a hard-working electrical engineer for a local company. Both my brothers married young. Freddy divorced Celeste a year after they’d tied the knot. He kept insisting she was insane and mom agreed. Freddy had never been happier than the day he signed those papers.

My eldest brother Ridge was six years into his marriage and a proud father of twin girls, Alison and Stacy. Add in a wife that practically took out his socks when he got home from work, Ridge felt like he was king.

He hardly ever came home but mom and dad didn't mind. They believed that no news meant good news. I think they were just tired of having such a noisy house and wanted peace. My parents liked their quiet time.

And me? I was soon to be a student at Harvard. Life was looking up for me. And with my parents who considered the possibility and two brothers who were thrilled I got accepted, I had enough money to pay for the books I needed. It was the only part my scholarship wasn’t going to cover.

The world felt touchable and mine for the taking. I was ready to spread my wings and leave my mark on my country. And before I knew it, I was in Cambridge, Massachusetts attending Harvard University.

The first year went on by faster than I thought. I didn't make it home until Christmas. My short breaks were spent studying for extra credits and working at the Sleeve, an upper-class five-star restaurant in the City. I was too exhausted to do anything else.

My personal life was zero to negative one. I was a nineteen-year-old Harvard student with no boyfriend and one friend if I counted my teddy-bear I won at the fair last fall. I wasn't refined enough for the rich kids, not smart enough for the geeks and not serious enough to hang with the other scholarship kids.

It was unacceptable to just be me, I guess. It was the main reason I got the job and focused on my studies.

I believed that if I kept my head on my goals, the time would fly. The thing is, I wasn't paying attention to the other stuff. My mind was focused on my work. That was my first mistake.

My mom always told me that multi-tasking was important, and looking back I should've listened, but I didn't.

Before I knew it, I was in my second year and that was when I got sidetracked.

It was one of those days, where the wind was just wilder than the previous ones. No certainty of what the hours would bring. I always found the air much cleaner and refreshing to smell on campus than the stuffy scent of central city.

Spending time on the grounds whilst I immersed my brain into the complexity of human anatomy was the one pleasure, I allowed myself. And that day was no different. A bit of wind didn't deter me in the slightest.

I had two free periods before I needed to attend a Chemistry class. I was wearing my signature Harvard outfit, comprised of chino pants and a white button-down shirt, completed with a pair of flat nude pumps.

On my first day at Harvard, I arrived in my normal clothes, baggy black Levi jean, black t-shirt paired off with Neon green and pink D&G sneakers. Around my head were my personal styled shocking blue headphones.

I was there for all but ten minutes before I learned that my loose jean and tank tops were not impressing any faculty members. If that wasn't ‘message’ enough, the next day my bio professor kindly asked me to dress more ‘conservative’.

She went as far as letting me out of class early so I could purchase some ‘serious clothing’.

Now, a year later and I barely recognized myself.

My maroon framed glasses were the only sign on my body that told people I liked the color, but you didn't hear me complaining. I had a plan, goals.

I was going to be a kick-ass Doctor. Nevermind if I lost a little bit of myself along the way. Who the hell cared if I lost weight and became a shell of the person I once was? So, fucking what, if I was god damn miserable?

I had goals dammit.

Let me tell you the thing about goals, they mean nothing, abso-fucking-lutely nothing if you aren't paying attention to the obstacles because there are always obstacles.

Mine came in a six-foot, two-hundred-pound male named Landon Bennet. He was gorgeous, perfect teeth, perfect hair and a laugh that had me making many mistakes in my life. I met him on the second day of my second year at Harvard.

When I think about how cliché it sounds, saying he was so perfect, so gorgeous, I think of how young and naïve I was back then.

I recall how stupid and foolish I was. He was a junior partner at a law firm, six-years older than me. And I shit you not, he was my biology professor’s brother.

He charmed me within a week, took my virginity in a month and snatched my heart in three. I was a goner for a handsome face and a dazzling smile and in just a year I was Mrs. Hannah Bennet.

In my third year of med-school, my days were spent on Campus and hospitals whilst my nights split into attending Galas or Charity events always ending under Landon.

I failed my third year and Landon insisted I didn't need to work. I should stay at home, he said. Studying wasn't important, I was a kept woman. And like the good wife I was, agreed with him.

That was the second mistake I made. I should've never left Harvard.

My parents were devastated. And my brothers? they didn't even talk to me. That was when I made my third mistake, I cut my family out. I forgot about them, ignored them and eventually, they forgot about me too.

Looking back, I think it was in the third year of our marriage that Landon changed. He wanted a son; I couldn't give it to him.

I wasn't sure why I couldn't fall pregnant. The doctors insisted I was fine. Landon was fine, we were both young fertile people. We had a great sex life, we never used protection, I couldn't understand it.

That should've been my first sign but remember I said I wasn't paying attention. At this stage in my life, I had one goal, pleasing my husband and that was having a baby.

Unfortunately, my husband didn't feel as pleased with me as I thought. I found this out in our fourth year of marriage when a woman walked up to our door with a baby in her arms claiming it was Landon's son. It was Landon's son.

My husband was cheating on me. Of course, he blamed the entire thing on me. Accusing all of this on me. He said it was my fault because I couldn't fall pregnant, I couldn't give him a son.

After that day I stopped being the good wife, I stopped caring for my husband. Because you see that day, I had a secret of my own, I was pregnant.

I filed for divorce three-weeks later. Landon didn't contest the divorce. He was too wrapped up being a new dad. And I was glad.

If he knew I was carrying his kid I don't think he would've let me go so easy. Then again would he have cared? He let me go without a fight the first time. I don't think adding a baby after he already had one would've changed his mind.

So, there I was, a pregnant twenty-four-year-old divorced, Med-school dropout.

There was no place for me to stay, nothing to fall back on. Not like I could've gone home. My parents were no longer an option for me. I burned those bridges for a man who couldn't keep it in his pants and practically replaced me with an older woman.

I had little to no money in my bank account because when I was getting married, I didn't stop to think about the anti-nuptial contract I signed.

I was too naïve. And let's just say Landon wasn't feeling very generous after I destroyed his house. Technically I didn't blame the guy, I did overdo it.

Throwing a piano out of his window was bound to piss him off. At the time that was the goal, now I was wishing I didn't. Especially since I was going to have to tell him in nine months that we made a baby together.

I wasn't a bad person.

Any man, no matter how much of an asshole he turned out to be, deserved to know his kid. Well, at least be given the chance.

I was hoping Landon wouldn't want that chance.

So pregnant, homeless, and six suitcases full of clothes, shoes, and underwear that wouldn't fit me in five months, it was very light to say my options were limited. I didn't know much about what I was going to do, but like always I had a plan, and this time I was finally paying attention.

I was going to move to a small place, where nobody knew Landon Bennet, the famous Mercantile Attorney. I wanted a place where I could just live. Somewhere safe for my baby, cheap for my pocket and far from this City.

A small town. The good thing about America is we had those in spades. There were small towns everywhere. Fewer people, quiet places, perfect for me, safe for my baby.

Choosing a place was the easy part, but getting a job proved tricky. I traveled to Texas and stopped in town after town. I applied for different jobs and when I didn't get a call back, I moved on.

By the time I finally found my new home, I had sold my

Impressum

Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 26.10.2019
ISBN: 978-3-7487-1878-9

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