One glance was all it took…
I'm a cheater.
I'm a liar.
My whole life is a mess.
I love a man.
No, I love two men…
One makes love to me. The other sets me on fire.
One is my rock. The other is my kryptonite.
I'm broken, lost, and disgusted with myself.
But I can't stop. This is my story.
My broken love story.
Cathy was all over the place with her feelings. One minute she loves Ben, and cant live without him, and a few sentences later, she cant stand his touch, and needs Arsen to survive. But then Ben is her soul mate and he’s her forever, but Arsen is the only one that makes her feel alive. This woman was a human ping-pong ball of emotions and contradictions. She spent so much time trying to convince herself that she didn’t want Arsen and that she loved her husband, but she kept putting herself in the position to cheat. She went to his apartment alone with him, sat in his lap, held his hand, all while claiming that they were just friends and that nothing would ever happen. Then as the affair began she swore that she couldn’t stop seeing Arsen, no matter how wrong she knew it was, she saw the demise of her marriage play out in front of her eyes without any regret or remorse. Being in this woman’s head was comparable to having whiplash; she was all over the place. Arsen was horrible, Cathy was horrible, and together they were AWEFUL to each other.
I cried tears of heartache for Ben, anger towards Cathy, and straight up WTF towards Arsen. Mostly I was horrified at how terrible and cruel Cathy was to Ben, I just could NOT get over how much I hated her. The POV is mostly from Cathy, but there are a few chapters where it switches to Ben and a few for Arsen. I think that if I had more from Arsen in regards to the build up of their affair, and his feelings towards Cathy, then I would have been more connected to them, or would have better understood her choices. But have no fear; there is a happy ending. Its not what I would have preferred, as I felt that Ben deserved so much better and that Cathy should have been made to suffer forever for what she did to that poor man.
My choice to only give 3 olives is due to the fact that I just didn’t like Cathy. I spent more of the book angry and pissed at this women then anything else, and I hated her choices and reasoning. I get that you can’t write this kind of story without vilifying Cathy, but I was just too consumed with anger towards her to see many redeeming qualities.
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