I’m fucked. The life I have lived for the past ten years is built solely on lies and secrets. But I can’t help myself. I’m in love with two different men. And one of them is my brother-in-law. He’s my drug. My fire. My addiction. But he’s married to my best friend. And I’m married to my husband. I’m not ashamed. I have no guilt. None. I’m not fucked. I’m a fucked up person. This is the story of how I ruined my life. And the life of the one I loved most.