~*~Prologue~*~
Standing in the shadows, he watched his best friend talking to his wife, holding her hand, doing all the things he should be doing. He knew, or at least he thought he knew, they didn’t want him there. She had shut him out, refusing to answer his calls, refusing to see him, refusing every attempt he made to apologize. She’d even had legal separation papers drawn up but he knew her. He knew all he had to do was talk to her, look into her eyes, and he’d win. He knew she was hurt and angry and afraid to be hurt again. And he knew he was the only one to blame. One night’s indiscretion brought on by his addictions had cost him the love of his life and his best friend.
