Callum Welsh perfected the art of hating me when we were two kids who believed we'd be forced into marriage. He thought I wanted it, but my only wish had been for him to leave me alone. Then one afternoon, he stole my first kiss. Despite all he'd done, everything changed after that. As the years passed, our hearts thawed, and he no longer hated me. In fact, he loved me enough to make me his wife. Until I ruined everything with one stupid mistake. That hatred returned in the form of cruel words and even crueler deeds. But we weren't kids anymore. I could handle his brand of venom. He would be mine again, even if it cost me the remains of my heart. Warning: contains cheating and an anti-hero who might make you throw your kindle.