Thirty, divorced, and working a job I hate while the whole town whispers about how I married the wrong man.

They're not wrong.

Blake Eriksson was my best friend's dorky older brother. The one who truly understood me. The boy who confessed he loved me on his high school graduation day and asked me to leave this small town with him.

I said no. I chose the hockey star instead—the safe choice, the expected choice.

Twelve years later, that hockey star is now my washed-up ex-husband. And Blake? He's a tech billionaire who built the life he promised he would—without me.

Now he's back for his sister's wedding, looking unfairly good in a suit and acting like he's been waiting twelve years to prove I made the wrong choice.

The whole town is watching. Waiting to see if I'll make another mistake. Waiting to see if the girl who chose wrong once will do it again.

Blake says he's moved on. That he came back to show this town—and me—that he's better than we ever gave him credit for.

But when he looks at me like no time has passed, like he still sees the girl who understood his dreams when no one else did, I forget all the reasons this is a terrible idea.

I'm an artist trapped in a life I hate. He's a billionaire who escaped. We're from different worlds now—and it's my own fault.

The smart move? Keep my distance. Protect what's left of my pride. Definitely don't fall for him again.

But Blake has always been my greatest weakness.

And this time, falling for him means admitting I was wrong all along.

Too bad some mistakes are worth making twice.