Back to before the engagement, my husband regretted choosing Bai Yueguang and went crazy
This car accident happened on the way home
for Thanksgiving.
When I opened my eyes again, my husband
Tom and I were back in the world before we
started dating.
Last time, we had been married for seven
years.
We treated each other with respect, but he
never wanted me to have a child.
It turned out that he still had feelings for his
high school sweetheart.
This time, I decided to let him go.
I disappeared from his life, deleted his phone
number, and removed him from my Facebook
friends list, then took a different path.
Seven years later, he became a hotshot trader
on Wall Street, frequently making headlines,
and finally got together with that girl he had
almost dated.
Sarah Jenkins.
They officially confirmed their relationship at
our high school reunion.
Seeing me alone, he dared to sneer at me.
“Ashley,” he said slowly, “I know you’ve
always thought I was the best man you’ve
ever been with. You don’t need to be sad for
me, you know.”
I just rolled my eyes and took my son’s hand.
Tom’s face turned pale.
He opened his eyes wide and stammered,
“You have a child? But… you always said you
would love me forever. That you only wanted
to have children with me!”
Chapter One
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The first time I saw Tom again was at that
reunion, yeah.
I’d just finished a crazy shift at the hospital —
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triple bypasses back to back and was in no
mood to dress up.
I walked straight into the ballroom, ready for
some pizza rolls and bad decisions.
Tom was smack–dab in the middle of the
crowd, arm around Sarah, lapping up all the
attention.
“Tom, you’re killing it, man! You’ve only been
on Wall Street a few years, and you’re already
the next Warren Buffett! You’re making us
look good, bro!”
“Seriously! I heard some big–shot hedge fund
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guys are paying you just for a quick chat.
That’s more than I make in a year!”
“Hey, Tom, I’m thinking about dabbling in
stocks. Hook a brother up with some insider
info, will ya?”
Someone piped up, “So, Tom, are you and
Sarah finally gonna tie the knot?”
Tom gave Sarah this googly–eyed look, like
she was the Mona Lisa and he was seeing her
for the first time.
“Yep. We’re getting engaged December
20th.”
More whooping and hollering.
Some loudmouth asked, “Hey, Tom, you still
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keep in touch with Ashley? You guys were
like, head–over–heels back in the day. I heard
your first song was about her!”
Hearing my name, I saw Tom’s smile twitch.
Sarah, standing right next to him, gave a
brittle little laugh.
“Oh, honey, you’re too much. Tom and I are
getting married. High school crushes don’t
last, and neither do high school loves. He’s
totally over Ashley!”
Everyone chuckled, falling all over themselves
to say how perfect they were.
Except that song?
Tom wrote that song for me, the night he
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asked me to be his girlfriend.
I strolled into the ballroom, trying to look like I
had my act together.
Some eagle–eyed classmate spotted me right
away.
“Ashley! What took you so long?”
“Dude, why are you wearing sweats?
Should’ve dressed up a little!”
“You come straight from work? What are you
doing for a living these days anyway? A few
success stories here. I’m sure that someone
would be able to help!”
A bunch of them gave me the once–over,
snickering at my outfit.
I ignored them, just giving a little wave and
trying to look presentable.
From the moment I walked in, Tom’s eyes
were glued to me.
