Constantine's POV
The steering wheel felt cool under my grip. The road stretched out ahead, a long black ribbon leading me back into a past I'd tried to outrun. People might judge me. Let them. You can't blame a woman for wanting more. You just can't.
My mind drifted back, way back, to when I was just a girl. High school. I met Cane. He was all fire and intensity, even then. He had nothing. No family money, no fancy car. Just a fierce will and a smile that could make me forget everything. We were in love. Or what I thought was love at sixteen. It was wild and careless. We didn't think about tomorrow.
Then I met Simone.
He was a rich kid. Everything Cane wasn't. Polished, smooth, with money falling out of his pockets. At first, I said no. I told myself I was loyal. But Simone… he was persistent. He started spending on me. Fancy dinners, real jewelry, trips to places I'd only seen in magazines. Things Cane could never, ever give me.
