EXCERPT "Darling. Darling. Darling. British men are always using words like 'darling', 'love', 'sweetheart'; it's culture, tradition - it really means nothing. But when he said it, I felt like I was his darling. Like I was loved and cherished beyond compare, like he was my Mr. Darcy. And with a singular word and a charming smile, common sense flew out my brain, never to be seen again. That is, until he left me at the altar, and my brain flew back into my skull with the same alacrity with which it left. And now, Mr. Alistair Henry Whitfield IV, is back in my life without my permission. And like the first day we met, he's smiling at me like we are best of friends, and nothing ever happened between us. So do you know what I do? I do what any normal girl would do: I deliver a punch to his annoyingly handsome face." ******* Athena 'Thena' Olayiwola had been alone all her life - and she was quite comfortable with that. Her peculiarities and preferences meant the chances of her ever finding a romantic partner, were slim to none. And she was fine with that - content with her career, friends and family. Then Alistair comes crashing into her life and shows her that her standards aren't so crazy after all. Their love is perfect and unshakeable. That is, until Alistair leaves her at the altar on their wedding day. Now he's back, sweet and charming as ever, but there's an ocean of pain and confusion between them. Join Alistair and Thena, as they explore the true meaning of love and trust, in a world determined to keep them apart. ******* This story is updated weekly on Thursdays (sometimes Sundays too)💕. I hope you enjoy reading it xx