Back to before the engagement, my husband

This car accident happened on the way home for Thanksgiving.

When I opened my eyes again, my husband Tom and I were back in the world before we started dating.

Last time, we had been married for seven years.

We treated each other with respect, but he never wanted me to have a child.

It turned out that he still had feelings for his high school sweetheart.

This time, I decided to let him go.

I disappeared from his life, deleted his phone number, and removed him from my Facebook friends list, then took a different path.

Seven years later, he became a hotshot trader on Wall Street, frequently making headlines, and finally got together with that girl he had almost dated.

Sarah Jenkins.

They officially confirmed their relationship at our high school reunion.

Seeing me alone, he dared to sneer at me.

"Ashley," he said slowly, "I know you've always thought I was the best man you've ever been with. You don't need to be sad for me, you know."

I just rolled my eyes and took my son's hand.

Tom's face turned pale.

He opened his eyes wide and stammered, "You have a child? But... you always said you would love me forever. That you only wanted to have children with me!"

Chapter One

The first time I saw Tom again was at that reunion, yeah.

I’d just finished a crazy shift at the hospital – triple bypasses back to back – and was in no mood to dress up.

I walked straight into the ballroom, ready for some pizza rolls and bad decisions.

Tom was smack-dab in the middle of the crowd, arm around Sarah, lapping up all the attention.

"Tom, you're killing it, man! You've only been on Wall Street a few years, and you're already the next Warren Buffett! You're making us look good, bro!"

"Seriously! I heard some big-shot hedge fund guys are paying you just for a quick chat. That's more than I make in a year!"

"Hey, Tom, I'm thinking about dabbling in stocks. Hook a brother up with some insider info, will ya?"

Someone piped up, "So, Tom, are you and Sarah finally gonna tie the knot?"

Tom gave Sarah this googly-eyed look, like she was the Mona Lisa and he was seeing her for the first time.

"Yep. We're getting engaged December 20th."

More whooping and hollering.

Some loudmouth asked, "Hey, Tom, you still keep in touch with Ashley? You guys were like, head-over-heels back in the day. I heard your first song was about her!"

Hearing my name, I saw Tom’s smile twitch.

Sarah, standing right next to him, gave a brittle little laugh.

"Oh, honey, you're too much. Tom and I are getting married. High school crushes don't last, and neither do high school loves. He's totally over Ashley!"

Everyone chuckled, falling all over themselves to say how perfect they were.

Except that song?

Tom wrote that song for me, the night he asked me to be his girlfriend.

I strolled into the ballroom, trying to look like I had my act together.

Some eagle-eyed classmate spotted me right away.

"Ashley! What took you so long?"

"Dude, why are you wearing sweats? Should've dressed up a little!...