The Light to My Darkness (#1)

My relationship with my husband has been splashed all over the tabloids ever since we first started dating. What should I have expected when I took New York City's most eligible bachelor off the market? 

But no matter how long I'm with my husband, I can't shake the feeling that a stroke of luck brought me here. That I don't deserve the life around me. And I swear, if one more paparazzi takes a picture of me I'm going to freaking lose my mind. 

I needed to prove to myself that I'm not worthless. So I wrote a novel under a pen name, but I've been rejected by so many literary agents I've lost count. And I'm so consumed with this idea that I need more out of life that I never had a chance to see the real story unfolding around me. The story that would threaten the life I took for granted.

A Whirlwind of Color (#2)

One great love.  That’s what every heart craves.  I was lucky enough to find mine when I was 19.  But I wouldn’t describe myself as lucky now.

My husband looks at me like I’m the light of his life.  We live in a penthouse apartment that overlooks Central Park.  My closet it filled with designer clothes and more pairs of shoes than I can count.  I have everything I could possibly want at my fingertips. 

And I’ve accomplished my dream of writing a novel.  I wrote my love story.  Every kiss, every touch, every memory compiled in a manuscript.  The pages make my heart ache, my tears flow freely, and my cheeks hurt from laughter.  My whole life is written on these pages.

I have the perfect husband.  The perfect family.  The perfect life. 

But I don’t remember any of it.

This is Love (#3)

I fell in love with Penny as soon as she fell into my arms.  I wasn’t a believer in fate, but she convinced me.  And every day she convinced me just how special our relationship was.  It was us against the world.  And I foolishly thought our love was indestructible.

Now I know that love isn’t about light and darkness or whirlwinds of color.  Love can’t be defined in such simple terms.  When you lose it, all of that becomes clear. 

I don’t know how much longer I can breathe in a world where I look into my wife’s eyes and only see a stranger.  I’d do anything to get her back.  But this is one thing I don’t know how to fix.

This is the end to our love story.  I just hope to God it’s not the end of us.