I sit here, surrounded by the shattered remnants of my life, and wonder how it all fell apart. Love is such a hefty drug, and if you're not careful, it totally consumes you and then spits you out.
For what feels like an eternity, I've known an angel. Nathan, my husband, has been my rock, my safe haven. But then, the devil appeared, disguised as a charming stranger with piercing eyes. Remy the temptation that threatened to destroy everything.
As I reflect on the chaos that ensued, I'm left with a haunting question: When you've known an angel all your life and suddenly the devil shows up, promising to set your soul on fire, how do you find your way back to yourself and back to your angel?