Abandoned In Paris, Reborn In London

From the back cover

For three years, I played second fiddle to my boyfriend' s "childhood friend," Eve.

When Damion finally whisked me away to Paris to rekindle our dying spark, I thought things might change.

Instead, the moment we arrived, he abandoned me in the hotel lobby without my passport because Eve called with a "crisis."

I spent my first night in Paris stranded and penniless while he rushed to comfort her.

When he finally returned the next morning, he didn't apologize.

He flew into a rage because I' d sought safety in an old college friend' s room, accusing me of cheating while he still smelled like her cheap perfume.

He actually punched the only man who helped me, screaming that I was the toxic one.

The gaslighting was the final straw. I didn't feel anger anymore, just a cold, liberating indifference.

While he begged on his knees, quitting his job and promising to cut Eve off forever, I simply walked away.

I boarded a plane to London for a promotion I' d once turned down for him, leaving him with nothing but his regrets and the "friend" he chose over me.