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One story. Two couples.
I proposed on our first date.
She laughed and told me I was insane. Less than a day later, she said yes.
It was a whirlwind, but we were happy…
Until we got greedy and wanted a family.

It was a life I couldn’t give her, not for lack of trying. Fertility just wasn’t on our side. We sought out doctors and treatments. Spent money we didn’t have. Lied to our families. Smiled for our friends. Put on a brave face for a world that didn’t understand.
Finally, we were successful…
Until we were forced to bury our son.

We were left broken, battered, and destroyed.
They say love is in the details, but it was the details that ruined us.

This is the story of how I took back what had always been mine. The retrieval of my wife and our family.


Spoiler Free Review.

Get. Your. Tissues. Ready. You’ll. Need. Them.

Oh my God, oh my fucking God. There are no words to describe how I feel about this book. Ms. Martinez nailed this 150 fucking percent. I’m emotionally drained and I had no idea where this book was going apart from that it was heart splitting and soul breaking. My chest hurt all the way throughout the book. It’s still hurting. I was on the edge of my seat prying for a wonder. And a wonder is what I got. I’m an emotional mess right now.

The book revolve around Elisabeth Keller with an S and Roman Leblanc with a small b and their love for one another. The beginning is the end and well what an awful ending it is. Where you feel the desperation and the raw and open wound bleeding and you don’t know how to staunch the bleeding.

What they experience, what they sacrificed to achieve that one wish, that one desire to make their life perfect. What they lost to achieve that one wish, that one desire to make their life perfect. It wasn’t perfect. Not anymore. Failure on top of failure. The pain, the anguish it all came falling down like a house of cards. But throughout all of it their love is strong and giving up isn’t really an option.

Her chin quivers as a steady stream of tears fell from her eyes. “Promise me something Roman.”
“Anything,” I whispered, reaching down to take her hand, desperate for the connection I didn’t deserve. “Remember to live.”

Two torturous years later.

Trying to get their lives back on track they know they can’t until that curve ball hits and it hits fucking hard. If you think it is bad having to deal with one couple walking through hell then what you read here is so much more. My heart hurts for all parties involved.

I was really apprehensive when I thought two couples. But I also thought fuck it, this is Aly Martinez it will all work out. It has to. She knows how to twist an emotional, angst ridden, beautifully intricate story. That twists all your insides that you never thought where possible. My first shock was at 17 % mark where I was stunned. You know exactly how they feel.
Elisabeth is scared that Roman will leave her in the lurch. Again. Roman realises that his life his worth nothing if he can’t spend it with her. How sweet is their first date together? Very.

We all make choices and we have to leave with the consequences in what happens. If Roman is one thing then he is persistent, bloody hell he’s like a dog with a bone. A hot, rich, good-looking, gentle alpha nonetheless.

Today would be different.
Tomorrow would be different.
Forever would be different.

Ms. Martinez takes a difficult topic and handles it with care, with the utmost care. But there is also humour infused within the book and the balance is exactly right. Especially when he is winning Elisabeth back.

“I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Roman Leblanc, Elisabeth’s husband.” Her body went solid before she corrected, “Ex! Ex-husband.” I shrugged and kept my eyes on Jon as I stated, “That’s debatable.” “It’s not debatable” she yelled over her shoulder at me. Then she looked back at the asshole and said. “He’s my ex-husband.” “We’re still figuring that part out,” I amended.


I highlighted probably half of the book and I wrote downloads of quotes. But in the end just read.

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