Our story was bittersweet, sad, happy and hopeful. He was my first everything. I gave him my heart—coming in and out of my life whenever it was convenient for him. I gave him my all—though he graced the tabloids with different women in his arms. River Ellis was Hollywood’s golden bad boy. He rose to fame a few years before me. And now that I’m slowly gaining ground in the film industry, he decided it was time to charm me with his godly presence. For two years after he left me, I had built resistance; simply waiting for the day he’d come begging me back and I’d truly take pleasure in rejecting him. But time and time again, even though I’d set my heart and mind into doing one thing, life had a way of testing my will, my endurance.

‘Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall. – William Shakespeare Temptation is a wild dance, a tug of war of will, of faith, testing your limits, stretching your boundaries until you succumb to its wicked spell. Once it’s touched you, tainted you, there’s no turning back. It stays with you, feeding your doubts, nurturing your insecurity. Love … it can only go so far until it can no longer heal you. When your soul seeks for something darker, an element harder to define, and you find yourself lost, forever searching for that missing piece that promises to complete you, there’s no turning back. Like a ticking time bomb, I knew sooner or later, everything would begin to crumble. I should’ve known better.