My grandmother used to beat me while screaming that I was cursed.

I never truly believed it, but now? I definitely do.

My life has been a series of gut punches.

First, my sperm donor did the same before I was even born.

Dear old Mom followed not long after my first breath.

My grandmother, Hester, hated me and never let me forget it.

Still, I was determined to make life better.

As soon as I graduated high school, I moved Virginia.

For a while, I thought things were finally looking up.

I met a Vector, a man who made me believe I was special.

That was until he ghosted me.

He completely disappeared from my life. Telling me without words that I wasn't even worth a goodbye.

Just like my parents.

After that, I began a downward spiral, fully accepting all the hateful things my grandmother used to scream. I fell into a marriage with a cold-hearted bastard.

I did manage to escape and pick myself back up. I began a new life in North Carolina—just me and my son.

Now, there is no dreaming of happily-ever-after. I know they don't exist—

No matter how much a long-haired, sexy biker named Ford tries to make me believe.