My name is Olivia Bennett, though many people still remember me by my former married name, Olivia Carter. Sometimes I feel like those two names belong to two different women — one full of naïve hope, and one forged by heartbreak.
Before my world fell apart, I lived in Austin, Texas. Back then, I was the kind of woman who believed in fairy-tale evenings, in soft promises whispered across pillows, in futures we paint with love’s brightest colors. And the man I married — Jason Carter — made me believe every dream was possible.
Our love story began the way romantic movies like to begin: unexpectedly, naturally, beautifully. Jason swept into my life during a conference event, carrying a charm that felt effortless and dangerous all at once. He had the kind of…
