"I do." Two words woven in love. In sickness and in health. For better or for worse. Til death do us part. And death dragged us apart. We both said those vows. But neither of us kept them. This is not one of those happy stories. Life isn't made of simple choices and happily ever afters. It's a dark place. It's not easy. It's full of mistakes and lessons. It hurts. And in the end, those two words said in love, are the same ones said in hate. "You want a divorce?" "I do."

What happens when history repeats itself? Do you fall into the same pattern of your brother, or do you overcome and keep your promises? You’d think five years would be enough time to cope and move on. It’s not. If anything, it’s given me more unrealistic ways to deal with my loss. More pain. And even worse, a woman I don’t love. A woman that isn’t her. I hate her. She hates me, too. My life’s a mess. My heart’s nonexistent. My soul was lost long ago. Worst of all, I no longer have any fucks to give. They say you find your true love after you lose your first one. I call bullshit. Each book in the Hollow Ridge series is a complete standalone.