VINCENT’S POV

I sat at the small table by the window in the coffee shop, watching the door. My hands were cold, even though the coffee in front of me was still hot. The hospital was just across the street. The same hospital where my mysteries began. Well, they began long ago when I chose to tangle myself with that wicked slut. She is a mistake that should never have happened to me. She is a cursed soul. A bad omen. A slut. A heartless gold digger.

I curse the day I met her. I hate myself for ...