PROLOGUE
My mother used to say, “If you can’t stop thinking about someone, it’s because they can’t stop thinking about you either.” It bears noting, though, that my mother was a fucking lunatic. She stalked a man and killed his wife because she was in love with him. Having no idea, he married her and shortly she became pregnant with me. It wasn’t until years later that he discovered the truth.
Iwas only seven years old when the trial was broadcast.
Cameras rolled and my sadness was caught on film. With interview after interview, journalists said the nation was entranced. As my fairy-tale life fell apart, what was left of me went viral. Every household knew my name, and the public begged for more. More of my twisted life; born into wealth and power, yet the daughter of a murderer. More of who I was.
My first kisswas photographed and the images sold to every major tabloid.
The first time I had sex, the world knew immediately after.
I talked about it with everyone.
I didn’t know any better.
It’s simply the way it was after my life imploded. I lived for sharing everything about my life with my followers, and they loved me for it.
I mademy own happily ever after, and then it was ripped away.
In a single moment, my life changed forever.
I broke.There was nothing left after I’d loved and lost.
And then he came into my life in a way no one else ever had.
He was my protector,my therapy; he became my everything.
It’s a dangerous situation for so many reasons.
I’m startingto believe the things my mother used to say … which scares me because I know I’ve already broken down and lost everything once.
But when helooks at me like that …
When he tells me it’s going to be all right …
I believe the things my mother used to say. If you can’t stop thinking about someone, it’s because they can’t stop thinking about you either.