White Horse
Chapter Two
I was so stupid not to believe Leah. I should have known and I think that deep in my heart I did know. I wasn't a princess in the fairy tales I'd created.
Jacob wasn't going to sweep me off my feet, and I was a fool to believe such things. He wasn't going to come back begging for my forgiveness or begging for me. I wasn't going to let him. Men never change. I knew that from my mom when she was here.
She had bounced from man to man, sometimes going back to a man who begged. It was always like that in Phoenix.
Why I thought that I could have my own little Hollywood fairy tale in Washington was beyond me. My cell phone went off; the caller ID signaled that it was a cheater on the other end.
"It's too late," I mumbled, pressing the silence button. "For you and your white horse, Prince Charming." I sat on my bed as the memories came back, bringing tears with them. I sobbed well into the night, eventually falling asleep.
