Even the devil bleeds for love.
I was eighteen when the love of my life broke my heart. Five years later, I see him again—only this time, he’s standing at the foot of the bed I share with my husband after breaking into my house.
Once upon a time, Bridger Underwood was everything I wanted and everything I should have stayed away from at the same time.
I was the good girl with old money in her veins, a mansion for a cage, and parents who chose wealth and appearances over affection.
He was the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks with a taste for stealing, fighting, and breaking every rule he was ever given.
Girls like me weren’t supposed to fall for boys like him, but I did. Hard, fast, and recklessly.
For a year, he was mine and I was his until he committed the ultimate betrayal, and I was left to gather the pieces of my broken heart alone. A lot can change in five years.
I’m a married woman now, trapped in a gilded cage with a man I don’t love and who doesn’t love me back. I’m not the girl I used to be.
I haven’t been for a long time, and the boy who once owned my heart can see it.
But he’s not the boy I remember either. He’s taller. Stronger. Faster. And far more dangerous.
Bridger Underwood always had terrible habits. And I always had one of my own: never being able to stay away from him
