years.”
Drew laughed softly.
“Best five years of my life.”
Once, those words would have broken something inside me.
Now they barely landed.
“I’m glad things worked out for you.”
His smile weakened slightly.
Drew had always enjoyed winning most when he could see the other person losing.
And apparently, he had expected me to look like I had.
When I married Drew at twenty-eight, I confused confidence with character.
It took me years to understand the difference.
Drew was ambitious.
Charming.
Magnetic.
He could walk into a room full
