Hate to Love You

Despite my slutty reputation, I was technically a virgin at eighteen. But it turns out all those sex-ed teachers aren't just trying to scare you. The faint positive on a budget pregnancy test sent me spinning, moments before meeting my sister's snooty new fiancé. Shaking hands with upper-crusty James was like downing a triple shot of vodka. Dizzy with desire, confused by my body's reaction, and shocked by the possessiveness flashing in his eyes, I deceived him that night and told the world at their wedding reception. The truth? I slept with my sister's fiancé. Hot and sweaty, all night long in a room so dark he couldn't tell I wasn't her. The lie? Said fiancé is the father of my child. The one I signed over my rights to just before he was born. That was seven years ago. It's time to come clean. 95,000 words