Chapter 2
Chapter Two
DEVON: NOW
I remember the first time I kissed Jade Anderson. It was at my eighteenth birthday party, and I was a little buzzed and feeling brave. She was trying to blend into the background—as if a girl like her ever could.
Jade was everything to me.
Now look at us. Look what I’ve gone and done.
Mila fucking Harris is what happened. I could blame her for everything—of course I could, but in reality, it’s me.
I did this to us.
I’m the one who broke the vows I’d chosen and agonized over to make sure they were perfect to describe my promise to be with her forever.
No one else.
Me.
But…I fucked everything up. Starting with that fucking trip to New York. I hadn’t seen Mila in years, and I didn’t expect her to be in the same industry as me, let alone at the same conference.
But she was.