He broke my heart when I was seventeen. I thought we were in love, that we'd get married and have kids, and the white picket fence. But then he went and slept with someone else...and got her pregnant.
Twenty-five years later, he waltzes back into my life like a hurricane. He claims to be knocking on the door of his estranged son's house. But this is my boyfriend's house. My much...younger...oh, fuck.
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