Jinxed Hearts
Prologue
It’s two a.m., and another nightmare rips me from sleep, straight into my real-life disaster. My finger hovers over my phone after typing the one question that’s been suffocating me for months:
How do I stop loving someone I can’t have?
At least Google doesn’t judge. Within seconds, my screen lights up with infinite wisdom from strangers around the world: Cut off all contact. Focus on self-care. Find someone else.
A bitter laugh escapes me at that last one. I already have someone. But what if I didn’t have to choose at all? What if I just… had both?
Right. I’ll invite Dylan over for dinner, and Jacob can share me over my mediocre meatloaf. Maybe they’ll bond over dessert and become best friends too.
The thought is ridiculous.
I glance at Jacob, sleeping peacefully while I lie here drowning in secrets. My husband. The father of my kids. The man who pieced me back together when the other men in my life tore me apart.
I should love him with my whole heart.
But someone else has it too… Dylan.
The man who turned my gray world into color and thawed me after years of numbness. His smile ignites something deep inside me. Every stolen glance… every forbidden touch makes it harder to ignore him.
God, how the hell did I end up here?
How did I become this woman? A liar. A fraud. Living a double life, drowning in guilt and regrets. Torn between the life I should be grateful for and the one I can’t stop dreaming about.
Shit. Izzy was right—I am a magnet for chaos. My tombstone might as well read: Jenna Jinxed forever—beloved mother, bad wife, terrible decision-maker… and train wreck.
Rain pounds against the window, echoing the storm raging inside me. Like the universe is laughing at me, reminding me how small and insignificant my problems are. If you call a forbidden affair, an estranged father, a marriage on the brink of destruction, and a past I can’t outrun “small problems.”
And here I am, begging Google for answers, hoping for some miracle advice that will fix the mess I’ve created. Because the truth is, I have no clue what I’m going to do, and there’s no way out without someone getting hurt.
The memories keep me from falling back asleep, pulling me right back to where it all went wrong...