The Cracked Woman

(WARNING!! This is a religious story, you have been warned)

"His dark eyes gazed out upon the grave, tears forcing their way down his face. He gripped his daughter's hand like a lifeline. An emptiness settled in his stomach as he realized his wife was gone. His mouth moved of its own accord, "Loving you was the most exquisite form of self-destruction."
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Some people seem to have it all, others seem to have nothing. But looks can be decieving.

April Turner has it all, love, beauty,money, power, and the perfect fiancee.
Thane Abrahams has nothing. He's got a dead end job, and too many bills with not enough money.

When April meets Thanee she doesn't give him the time of day, somebody that low shouldn't even look at her.

Years later the tables have turned. April finds herself in an abusive relationship. One night April stumbles into a church, and it's up to Thane to show her the path to salvation.

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1. Prologue

"Maybe, just maybe, two broken people could manage to create something whole." -Nalini Singh

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Chicago was bustling, not aware of all of the loss that was occurring.  The city was alive, while some of its inhabitants were anything but.  They seemed to be swallowed by the expectations and money of the great city.  

Somewhere in the city, a man with dark hair and even darker eyes stood in a cemetery.  His daughter looking up at her father not understanding his sadness, or the fact that her mother was gone.  

His dark eyes gazed out upon the grave, tears forcing their way down his face. He gripped his daughter's hand like a lifeline. An emptiness settled in his stomach as he realized his wife was gone. 

His mouth moved of its own accord, "Loving you was the most exquisite form of self-destruction." 

With those final words, he tugged his daughter's hand and walked out of the cemetery. Back to a life full of nothing, and now after a brief funeral, even less.  

Somewhere else in the city of bright lights an engagement party was taking place, a pretty blonde stood in a corner.  Gazing at the large rock on her finger, thinking of the man with the dark hair and sad eyes that she had criticized earlier.  

Looking out at all the people that had decided to attend the extravagant party, none of them cared for her feelings.  She felt as if the whole ordeal has swallowed her.  

She loved her fiancee, right.

She had no time to dwell on the matter, she peeled herself from the wall and took her place by the man that, in the near future, would be her husband.  Plastering a fake smile on her face.

The line between rich and poor, happiness and sadness, love and regret is all very thin.

Everyone knows that when you cross it, there's no going back.  Only forward.

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