Description Callum Welsh perfected the art of hating me when we were two kids who believed we\'d be forced into marriage.
Warning: contains cheating and an anti-hero who might make you throw your kindle..
He would be mine again, even if it cost me the remains of my heart.
I could handle his brand of venom.
But we weren\'t kids anymore.
That hatred returned in the form of cruel words and even crueler deeds.
Until I ruined everything with one stupid mistake.
In fact, he loved me enough to make me his wife.
As the years passed, our hearts thawed, and he no longer hated me.
Despite all he\'d done, everything changed after that.
Then one afternoon, he stole my first kiss.
He thought I wanted it, but my only wish had been for him to leave me alone.
Description Callum Welsh perfected the art of hating me when we were two kids who believed we\'d be forced into marriage
