Disgrace

Each day I prayed for my husband to love me again.After fifteen years together, he walked away from me, and into the arms of another.I didnt know how to cope. I didnt know my worth. I didnt know how to exist without him by my side.All I wanted was for him to come back to me.Then, Jackson Emery appeared.He was supposed to be a distraction for my mind. A summer fling. A confidence boost to my bruised heart.We were perfect for one another, because we both knew we wouldnt last. Jackson didnt believe in commitment, and I no longer believed in love. He was too closed-off for me, and I was too damaged for him.Everything was fine, until one night my heart skipped a beat.I didnt expect him to make me laugh. To make me think. To make my sadness somewhat disappear.When our time was up, my heart didnt know how to walk away.Each day I prayed for my husband to love me again, yet slowly my prayers began to shift toward the man who wasnt right for me. I prayed for one more smile, one more kiss, one more laugh, one more touch I prayed for him to be mine.Even though I knew his heart wasnt destined to love.