I Think I Might Love You

Keeley Hale stood her ground fiercely though tears threatened to spill out the corners of her eyes.

"What are you staring for? Leave," Aaron said flatly as he pulled out his phone and began scrolling through it.

Cold. Emotionless. Cruel.

Her husband of eight years looked as disinterested as ever and she was appalled. He had just told her his girlfriend was pregnant and he planned to divorce her as casually as if he were commenting on the weather.

"Not until you tell me the truth. Did she…have anything to do with my father's death? Are you covering up for her?" Keeley's fists shook but she wasn't sure whether it was from holding back the tears or from rage.

Her father—the only family she had left—died in a hit and run accident. The cops thought it was random but she couldn't believe that. Not after what she had seen. That woman was plotting to take her place from back when they were all in high school.

Aaron actually deigned to look up at her blankly. "So what if I am? She's worth more than fifty of you."

He had never exactly been the warmest person to begin with, but it wasn't always this bad. Keeley couldn't remember the last time he looked at her with any degree of tenderness.

"I'll expose you," she seethed as the tears broke free. "I'll put both of you in prison."

He smiled wickedly. "Money is power, sweetheart. You can't do anything to me."

She kicked a rock as she walked underneath some scaffolding on the sidewalk. New York was always under construction when the weather was nice.

Who could she talk to who had access to the traffic cameras that weren't in either the Hales' or Knightons' pockets?

She had to try and think clearly. Rationality was all she had left after the man she once loved so deeply dealt the deathblow to her heart.

The scaffolding above her started to sway dangerously and she hurried out of the way before it collapsed. Keeley's heart raced. A lot of accidents like this had been happening lately. She knew it was all Lacy Knighton's fault.

If only she hadn't gotten involved with Aaron Hale in the first place and taken what Lacy thought should have been hers. Her father would probably still be alive and her entire life would have turned out differently.

To escape the scaffold, Keeley ran into the street but she thought she was safe since it was a back alley that only delivery trucks used and none were around.

Too bad she had cried earlier. Her head was still fuzzy so she didn't see the car speeding towards her—a car that still had remnants of blood under its bumper if someone looked hard enough.

Keeley got a glimpse of the driver as she went flying. She knew him but couldn't figure out where from. He didn't stop to help, screeching away and leaving the smell of burning rubber behind along with Keeley's broken body.

As her consciousness slipped away from her for the last time, she swore that she would haunt Aaron and Lacy and make them pay for what they did to her family.

When Keeley woke up, she was in a hospital bed. "I…didn't die?" she asked groggily.