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694 pages, Kindle Edition
Published December 31, 2025
“The thought slices in, jagged and so fucking cruel. Sophie’s body sliced open, breasts gone, drains and scars. The image of her perfect chest carved away.
Right behind it is Elise and her perfect body.
Elise with no ports or scars or poison running through her veins to kill cancer cells.
I hate myself for it, for even letting the comparison exist.”
“So, when you were going to the bar with Brian and Chris, you were..."
"With her," I whisper. Relief I don't deserve slips in—two seconds of air—followed by agony. Her face—oh God—Sophie's perfect little face folds in devastation.
The look breaks me, and the words shoot out of me unbidden. "Sophie... I was scared, and you were so—everything was so serious, and Elise—she... she let me—just—god—breathe for a second. Because I just... needed something easy."
The word makes me sick, and I force it out anyway. "She was... there. She listened and... with her, there wasn't cancer."
The betrayal cracks her face even more, "You were talking about my cancer with her?"
"Yes."
"Since the beginning?"
"Yes.”
“And the surgery—losing your breasts—it's—" My voice drops, useless, and I choke out through a closed throat. "That's… it's a problem for me."
Silence detonates like a bomb between us. I hear the clock, the refrigerator hum, my heart slamming against my ribcage.
And Sophie...
Sophie looks wrecked, absolutely wrecked.
“It was easy to allow myself to escape into the fantasy Elise had been crafting for a cancer-free, worry-free life. A fantasy of us being together fully.
A fantasy of leaving Sophie because that was the right thing to do, since I was cheating on her. I would free both Sophie and me from the shackles of this relationship. I would free myself from this fight against cancer, which I was wholly unprepared for.
I did the one thing she would never forgive me for, and I can’t think about it anymore without my stomach twisting itself into an agonizing knot.”
“The way he said Elise was easy and there—that's why he had sex with her.
He confided in her about my cancer, and she helped him breathe.
As if I were the one suffocating him.
The implication in his words was clear as day.
Elise is beautiful, easy, and comforting.
I'm difficult, sick, and inconvenient.
And the worst part—the part that knocks the air out of my lungs if I think about it too hard—is that I have to get my breasts cut off because they're literally killing me, and that's a problem for him.
Apparently, over the last six years, he didn't actually fall for me—the person with thoughts and hopes and feelings—just the package. The soft curves and the comforting routine I could provide for him.
But Sophie, the person? She's not enough without her tits and health.”
“Callum Rhodes has completely changed my life, not with grand gestures, but with his gentle smile and steady presence. He stayed, he listened, he cared. His support let me find my own way, while he held the light so I could see ahead.”
My mom is staring at me just like Sophie did—like I'm a stranger. Like I'm not the boy she gave birth to, not her son of thirty-three years.
It hurts.
The woman who's supposed to love me unconditionally is looking at me with such potent disappointment.
"You didn't raise me to deal with this kind of thing, Ma," I say, my voice somewhere between accusation and confession.
She blinks and something shifts in her face—her anger folding inward, turning quieter, sharper. "You're blaming me?"
"No—yes—I..." I bite the words out, frustrated, stumbling over the truth like broken glass. "I'm saying... maybe if you hadn't always shielded me from everything, I'd know how to handle this. I've never had to deal with this before, with any of this. You're healthy, dad is healthy, everyone in our family is healthy and cancer-free, and I just didn't know what to do, I didn't know how to act... I don't know how to be the man Sophie needs right now.”
“Sophie is the one who has to suffer through cancer," he bites out, "and instead of standing beside her, instead of holding her hand and being the man who loved her—the man you claimed to be—you slept with someone else?"
"I wasn't happy!" I yell, louder than I meant to. I feel the shift, the sudden stillness of the bar as the dam breaks.
“I was miserable and drowning, and none of you helped me!" I rant, sounding half-crazed. "All you kept telling me was to hang in there and be there for Sophie. I was doing that, and I was terrified. I was so fucking scared, I was drowning in it, and none of you helped me..."
Everyone is looking at me, and Elise places her hand on my arm, trying to get me to calm down. I feel as though I'm choking, yet I'm the one tightening the noose around my neck.
Brian stares like he doesn't recognize me. "Because, Paul, it wasn't about you," he says slowly, like he doesn't think I'd hear it otherwise. "You weren't the one with cancer.”
“In my nightmares, that image of her and Callum looking so at ease with each other on her birthday plays on a loop. I had pictured Sophie alone on her birthday, maybe at the apartment, talking to Tess on the phone.
Instead, I stood outside that bookstore and watched the love of my life, happy with another man, my parents, and a group of people, all celebrating her.”
“the way they looked at each other keeps taunting me.
It was intimate, like they existed in their own little world, and it cuts me right to the bone. Her giving him that teasing look, him kissing her hand, her smiling at him like he's her hero, him gazing at her like she's everything...
I had that. I had her.”
“Sophie’s left hand—fingers painted that soft, light pink she always loved, two rings glinting on a very deliberate finger—rests protectively over her very pregnant belly.
A complicated mix of feelings runs through me—jealousy, regret, bitterness, disappointment, hurt, and heartbreak—all swirling together until I feel dizzy. And I have no right to feel a single damn one of these things. I haven’t seen her in six years.
Of course, she’s grown an entire life inside that time.
She’s living the future I once envisioned for us... the one I could have given her if I hadn’t destroyed everything. Little boys and girls with my eyes and her smile. We had plans—our wedding, maybe start trying for a baby on the honeymoon, then come back to buy a house here in Starling Cove.
We would start our life together.
Then I ruined it with my carelessness, with my cowardice. I made choices I will regret until I die.”