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253 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 1, 2014
Forgiveness is the most unselfish thing you can do for another person.






“I won’t let you sit at home and fret over that ass of an ex-husband of yours. We’re going out,” she demanded when she phoned me yesterday.
“He’s not my ex-husband, Tia. We’re still married,” I pointed out. “We’re just taking some time apart.”
I really fucked up, and I have no idea if Sophia will forgive me. We agreed time apart would help us clear our heads—or rather she demanded and I obliged—and decide if our marriage is something we both want to keep, but I’m starting to wonder if that was the wrong move. Maybe time apart will only widen the divide that has slowly separated us through the years. Maybe time apart will only make her angrier with me.
My wife is going to spend the summer practically single and roaming the world while I’m here, miserable, praying she’ll forgive me and ask me to come home.
“I just don’t know how to stop feeling so betrayed.” And that is the truth. Even when I’ve told myself I should forgive Brandon, the bitterness from his betrayal burns inside of me and wipes out any idea of forgiveness.
“Yes, well I want to help my husband succeed.” I began unbuckling his belt when his hands grabbed my wrists. Pulling me up, he stood with me and kissed me passionately, his hands groping my ass as he did. But after a moment he pulled away and smiled softly at me.
“Baby, you go on up. I’ll be up shortly. I’m almost done, and then I can come up and take my time with you.” He nibbled my neck before pulling away from me again. Disappointment fisted my stomach. It was the first time he’d ever rejected me, but I told myself he was busy and promised he’d be up soon.
But Brandon never came to bed that night. When I woke at six in the morning the next day, I found him passed out on the couch in his office.
Of course, little did I realize, that was just the beginning.
I let Brandon come to me and when he did, we made love. But what was once spontaneous and unbridled became more routine. Sex was good with him, always, but not like it had been.
“Damn that sounds good,” he groaned. “Unfortunately, I’m working with a couple of grad students on their dissertations and I’m going to be late. Will you save me a plate?”
I took the stairwell as Brandon’s office was on the second floor and it wouldn’t be too much of a workout.
The door was open slightly and figuring he was alone, I didn’t knock, but walked right in. That’s when my world tilted. Brandon stood with his hands on the waist of a young woman he was kissing, her arms wrapped around his neck. Brandon’s hands moved to the woman’s arms and pulled her back, staring into her eyes. In the brief moment I watched them, I could see the feud going on inside of him, but apparently any doubt he had about whether or not to kiss the woman wasn’t enough for him to fully disengage himself from her. The woman, obviously a grad student, was pretty and young, and the dreamy gaze she peered back at him with told me he was something she wanted very badly.
Neither of them noticed me until they heard the plate in my hand hit the floor, food scattering everywhere. Brandon’s head whipped toward me and his eyes widened.
Brandon was cheating on me. I just witnessed my husband, the father of my children, cheating on me. I moved toward the stairwell when Brandon’s hands grabbed me and spun me around.
Anger bubbled up inside of me, and I tore his hands off me. “Don’t you fucking touch me!” I hissed as I backed away from him. “How could you, Brandon?” My hand covered my mouth to muffle the sobs I wanted to let lose.
How could I be so stupid? All of these late nights weren’t about his work. He was running around on me.
“Brandon.” I shook my head, exhausted. “You were kissing her. Maybe you pulled away at some point, but you were kissing her.”
“How do I know you haven’t done more with her? How do I know there haven’t been others?”
“And what if I hadn’t shown up? How do I know you wouldn’t have fucked her right there on your stupid fucking desk?!”
The eyes of a young Nadine Winston stared up at me, want and need in her gaze. For a moment I was lost in that gaze, and I stared back at her; youth and desire brimming from her like the sun peeking over the horizon at dawn. My hands are on her hips. Shit! I’m touching her. Why am I touching her? Before I could answer myself, she kissed me. Her lips were warm and soft, unfamiliar. I wanted to enjoy the kiss, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t lose myself in it because as good as it felt I knew it was a fleeting moment. A kiss that threatened to tear my life down, ruin the real happiness I possessed, and crush the person I cherish most in my life.
With that thought, I pulled Nadine’s arms from around my neck and broke the kiss. As she stared at me with big green eyes, I asked myself—what do I do now? How do I end this in a way we can continue to work together?
Just then, something crashed, causing my head to jerk toward the sound. Big brown eyes gaped at me as her mouth hung open in shock. My stomach flipped, and I realized the devastation my moment of indiscretion would inflict as it crashed into me like a wrecking ball, a metal sphere meant to demolish everything I had built, everything that mattered.
“She kissed me and I kissed her back, for a few seconds when it hit me what a shitty husband I was and I pulled away, but it was too late. Sophia saw it all.”
Why would I do something that could ruin it? “It was the way she looked at me.” I shrug. “Sophia used to look at me like I was her world, but the longer we’ve been together, the less I’ve seen that look.”
“Dude. We’re friends because we’re honest with one another. I love you man, but you’re a fucking idiot. She stood by you while you worked your ass off to chase your career all so you could make out with a grad student? Come on, Brandon.”
“Did you ever think maybe you haven’t looked at her like you used to? Maybe she was looking at you, but you were too busy with your head up your ass at work to notice.”
Sophia makes me a better man and somehow I forgot that. I’ve always loved her, appreciated her, but I forgot to tell her; show her. I just hope I’m not too late now.
“Maybe not right away. I’m not proud to admit that either, Tia, but I did pull away. I did. So, yes, I let a girl kiss me and I hesitated, but I did stop.” “Jesus, Brandon. I just don’t get it.” Tia shakes her head. “How would you feel if you had walked in on Sophia kissing another man?”
“I’m dying, Phi.” Her tone is soft and delicate and her hand squeezes mine.
“I wanted our last bit of time together to be fun and amazing. That’s how I want you to remember me, Phi.” Tears claw at my eyes as I shake my head vehemently.
“I will live. Through you, Phi. That’s why I brought you here. To remind you how to live again.”
I love sex. Always have, and when Brandon and I got together I was never afraid to pursue him, ask for what I wanted. But when he rejected me, putting his work before me, I recoiled. I should’ve demanded his attention and if I didn’t get it, I should’ve made it clear I was unhappy.
”Forgiveness is the most unselfish thing you can do for another person. It’s also the hardest sometimes.”
I kiss her hard, my need raw and selfish. I kiss her for all the kisses I haven’t given her in the past few months, for all the kisses that I haven’t given her while I’ve had my head up my ass busy with work, for all the kisses I wouldn’t have given her if she had left me.
“If I were you, I’d get busy showing her she’s the best thing to ever happen to you. And let’s face it, Brandon.” She gives me a pointed look. “She is the best thing that ever happened to you.”And as much as I hated some parts of the book I can’t get enough of it, and I loved every single angsty bit of it because again, it was realistic. And the feels? Man, I can't stop feeling the emotions this book brought out. Reading this book was so painful at times. It was heartbreaking but beautiful.
“So it's not gonna be easy. It's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, every day. You and me... every day.”Overall, Wrecking Ball was such an amazing and profound read. This is a realistic portrayal of the heartache, devastation, havoc, and trust issues caused by any form of infidelity. The author did a great job of bringing real-life circumstances into the story. I know cheating isn't everybody's cup of tea, but if you are too, at least try to read one. This book is it.
["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>“Something tells me you're worth acting crazy for.” - Brandon to Sophia
Wrecking Ball was given to me as an ARC in exchange for a review -
I LOVED IT!

