Noah

It's as if one minute, everything's perfect. I'm supposed to be working on the ranch for a bit, and then I'll come home, cook us lunch, maybe go out for a picnic, and then I'll ask Kylie. That was my fucking plan for the day.

Not this. One phone call, and everything's fucking upside down.

I hate Terrance and especially Stephanie. If my money weren't tied up in the ranch, I would give it to them. How dare they make Kylie feel guilty for their mistakes.

“So, are you going to run that by me once again?” I ask Kylie as she’s packing her bags to leave.

“Terrance took out some loan on the house. Never told Mom or anything.” She takes a deep breath, and all I can think about is why any woman would fall in love with such a lowlife.

Never mind the fact that the man was running around fucking God knows who when his first wife was sick. He knew, but he didn’t care. Sometimes, I think that maybe he’s changed—that he’s no longer a prick—but then he always does something to make it known. A leo