My grandmother used to beat me while screaming that I was cursed.
I never truly believed it, but now? I definitely do.
My life has been a series of gut punches.
First, my sperm donor did the same before I was even born.
Dear old Mom followed not long after my first breath.
My grandmother, Hester, hated me and never let me forget it.
Still, I was determined to make life better.
As soon as I graduated high school, I moved Virginia.
For a while, I thought things were finally looking up.
I met Vector, a man who made me believe I was special.
That was until he ghosted me.
He completely disappeared from my life. Telling me without words that I wasn’t even worth a goodbye.
Just like my parents.
After that, I began a downward spiral, fully accepting all the hateful things my grandmother used to scream. I fell into a marriage with a cold-hearted bastard.
I did manage to escape and pick myself back up. I began a new life in North Carolina—just me and my son.
Now, there is no dreaming of happily-ever-after. I know they don’t exist—
No matter how much a long-haired, sexy biker named Ford tries to make me believe in them.
