Sweet Serendipity
Jenna Pizzi
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis:Sometimes you need
to let go of the past in order to open your heart to love again.
Not every marriage is perfect. Rebecca knew she’d have to make some sacrifices. What she didn’t realize is that it would cost her, her heart. After nearly twenty years of marriage and one heart break after another, will she find the strength to let go and move on? Will she allow herself to love again?
Rebecca lived everyday with the same routine of caring for the kids, the house, and her husband Jack. Until one night she finds Jack with another woman, and Rebecca’s world falls apart. With the encouragement of her two closest friends, Rebecca realizes that she can find the happiness she deserves.
Not every marriage is perfect. Rebecca knew she’d have to make some sacrifices. What she didn’t realize is that it would cost her, her heart. After nearly twenty years of marriage and one heart break after another, will she find the strength to let go and move on? Will she allow herself to love again?
Rebecca lived everyday with the same routine of caring for the kids, the house, and her husband Jack. Until one night she finds Jack with another woman, and Rebecca’s world falls apart. With the encouragement of her two closest friends, Rebecca realizes that she can find the happiness she deserves.
Ethan is an artist who lost his will to
paint. When he meets Rebecca, he once again finds the inspirations he
had been longing for. He knows that she has built walls around her,
but he’s determined to break them down brick by brick to prove to
her that she is worthy of being loved.
This is a heartwarming story of friendship, love, and overcoming tragedy to find that there is always a new beginning.
This is a heartwarming story of friendship, love, and overcoming tragedy to find that there is always a new beginning.
Excerpt:
Thank you for
today, Becky. It means a lot that you came with us.”
“I didn’t
have much choice, Jack. Adam damn near had a nervous breakdown. I’d
appreciate it if you’d have a talk with him and tell him that even
if we’re not together, we still love him.”
“Becky, you’ve
got to know that it’s his enthusiasm that keeps me going. If he
still believes that we can work it out, then I believe that we can
work it out. Do you understand? As long as he has hope, then so don’t
I,” Jack told her.
She turned
sideways and looked into his grey eyes. “Jack, we had our chance
and it didn’t work. You chose comfort in someone else’s arms. I
know that after all this time, it’s hard to imagine a life without
us together, but I think you need to realize that is exactly where we
are headed. I loved you, Jack. Somewhere along the way the love
stopped. Somewhere I stopped being the person you came to for
talking, and sharing, and laughing. We were broken before Brian
died. His senseless death was just the final straw. I lost myself
somewhere along the way. I stopped caring enough about myself to
realize
how damaged we
really were. I surrounded myself with the kids and you with your job.
It hasn’t been a marriage in a very long time. The kids will be
grown soon, and what will we have left?”
Jack reached for
her hand. “We’d have a new beginning. We’d have a chance to
rediscover why we fell in love in the first place. We could travel; I
could build that koi pond I always promised. We could have another
baby.”
Rebecca laughed.
“I seriously
hope you are joking. How is it that you go from where we are now to
having a baby?”
“I have made
many mistakes, but those kids are the only thing that I have done
right. I’d be a better father, a better husband. You can’t tell
me that you don’t look at Layla Grace and wish you had another
one?”
“Everyone loves
babies. It doesn’t mean that you and I having another one will fix
us. I don’t know if I could ever trust you again.”
“How do you
think I feel? Knowing your best friend works a few doors down from
the man you’ve been having a fling with.”
“It’s more
than a fling, Jack. He’s talking future plans.”
Jack downed his
glass of wine and stood up.
“Then where is
he?”
“He left town.”
“Ha. Why? He
couldn’t handle the heat of competition?”
Rebecca stood up.
“That’s just
the thing, Jack. To you, it’s a competition. I think the only
reason you are even trying to do this is because you know someone
else has feelings for me. If I wasn’t seeing someone, you’d still
be running around with someone like Amber.”
He stood only
inches from her, pulled up his sleeve, and pointed to his shoulder.
What does each and every tattoo on my body represent? I have how we
met and our first date. I have our wedding and the birth of the kids.
Each tattoo flows into the next. It wouldn’t make much sense to
someone else, but with you, you know each and every picture. You know
what each one represents. It is our story; the story of us. I still
have plenty of room to keep going. I don’t want our story to stop.
I want to tell our grandkids our stories someday.”
Rebecca started
to cry. His words were cutting deep. He was telling her all the
things that she wished he would have told her when it mattered the
most. Jack got down on one knee. He held her hand in his and looked
deep into her chocolate eyes.
“I have loved
you for almost two decades, Becky. We were bound to hit a few snags
along the way, but we can only learn to grow from our mistakes. I
realize that you are the only one for me. I will never love anyone
the way I love you. You are
my
past, present, and future. You are my heart and my soul. I want to
spend the rest of my life with you. Marry me, again.” A tear fell
from the corner of his eye. She felt as though she were going to pass
out. She never imagined that he’d be sitting here now,
doing this.
Her tears were
not tears of happiness, but tears of the past, tears of the years she
had felt neglected and alone. They were tears for the years she had
woken with the crying babies while he couldn’t be bothered. She
cried for the years she felt like a single parent
because his work
always took top priority to him. She cried for all the empty holidays
when it felt as though he never wanted to be there. She fell to her
seat and held her head in her hands.
Black Words-White Pages Review
I received an eARC copy of this book in return for an honest review. I was able to relate to the feeling that Rebecca had on so many levels and the war she had going on with herself. I feel like I was part of the story and not just reading it. There were time that I was silently rooting for Rebecca and other times I felt sorry for her and actually cried. This is a MUST read emotional life that most females can relate to in so many ways. Thank you, Jenna Pizzi, for this remarkable story.
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Born and raised in Massachusetts, Jenna
settled into America's hometown where she proudly calls home with her
family. She is an avid book reader and collector with an entire room
dedicated to her passion. At the age of twelve years old Jenna began
writing, determined to be just like Stephen King or Dean Koontz.
For her it all starts with the flick of an image. From there a story is born. Being an eternal romantic, Jenna is a true believer in happy endings. It's the rest of the story that anything is possible. Writing is her passion. It is something that helps her unwind at the end of the day. She likes to tell stories that will pull at your heartstrings, or simply whisk you away even for just a little while. So grab your favorite blanket, and a hot cup of coffee and settle in for the ride.
For her it all starts with the flick of an image. From there a story is born. Being an eternal romantic, Jenna is a true believer in happy endings. It's the rest of the story that anything is possible. Writing is her passion. It is something that helps her unwind at the end of the day. She likes to tell stories that will pull at your heartstrings, or simply whisk you away even for just a little while. So grab your favorite blanket, and a hot cup of coffee and settle in for the ride.
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