Pretty Little Poison

Prologue

Raelyn

Have you ever heard the line, “All you are is all I’ll ever need?” Yeah, well that’s a bullshit line.

I thought I had life figured out at twenty-three. A job that I enjoyed, and a boyfriend who loved and adored me. You know, the phase of life where you plan out your future of marriage and babies. That was, until I found out my boyfriend, Jace, had been living a double life with a girlfriend in Louisiana.

Life’s a fickle bitch sometimes.

He was the golden boy. A Friday Night Lights hero on the football team in our small hometown. Everyone thought we were the perfect couple and honestly, I did too, but apparently, there was too much time and temptation lingering at his fingertips.

He worked two weeks out of every month in Louisiana, oilfield line of work. It was good money that he couldn’t make at home, but screw the money. His hitch at work consisted of two weeks there and two weeks home.

His mistress had the audacity to message me from his phone, and told me he was hers, with pictures. Explicit pictures at that, of them naked in bed while she smugly smiled for the camera beside his sleeping body.

At that moment, I lost everything for Jace. All the good memories and love we had shared was tainted. The damage was done.

She let out his dirty little secret.

I responded back with “He’s yours.”

I never considered myself a jealous type of woman. Maybe being too laid back is a flaw. I can’t even remember the last time I looked through his phone. I never questioned where he was or who he was with. Never thought to track him. I guess I was too trusting and naive.

Once he realized what had happened, the calls and messages started flooding in.

He apologized and begged me to talk to him. He said she didn’t mean anything to him, and it was a moment of weakness.

I refused to be that girl, though. The fool.

He said and did everything under the sun to try to get me to take him back, but the damage was done. His pretty boy charm didn’t change my mind. If I had taken him back, I would have turned into a crazy woman. The woman who questioned him constantly and tracked his every step, especially when he was out of pocket at work every two weeks.

What kind of life was that to live? The trust was broken beyond repair. I couldn’t forget and forgive.

Some things just can’t be undone.