Prologue
“You know, what I don’t understand is why I was even with him,” she groaned sitting on the couch across from her good friend who supposedly knew everything she was going through.
“Because you loved him.”
“Yea, I understand that I loved him. What I don’t understand is why? It wasn’t money, it sure as hell wasn’t the fame. Wasn’t all that time by myself when he was off traveling the globe. Wasn’t the reporters outside my door every morning shoving cameras in my face.” Opening her purse she removed a cigarette and raised it to her mouth. “Maybe it’s because I’m suicidal or something.”
“Yea maybe if you don’t quit smoking those things. Look, love doesn’t come with a reason. It just is.”
Maybe there was some truth to that. Well, of course, it was the only logical explanation after all. Why else would anyone put up with the tortures of loving a man like him. A man named Nick Carter.
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