Love Offside: Four Top Champions Crave My Return

urned twenty-eight, my l

erious relationship. Eventually, I was forced to face an uncomf

"the one" would solve everything, that true lov

painful reality-if love disappeared f

lieved Brody Marshall and I would sp

lives together. We were emotionally drained, wounde

r time, we became each other's support system, helping one another recover

ose hardships together guara

ur breakup, I barely re

while avoiding the outside world entirely. Even th

ered outside my building, waiting with came

, the darkest chapter I

My body no longer felt like my own, and I hid the ex

bitter thought: how could I devote so much energy to helping the

from the media only

dline. "The Stars' Ex-Ir

breakup but got nowhere. Whenever reporters asked Brody

r history piece by piece, turning our failed rel

trapped inside my small Manchester flat, as thoug

account-set down in th

ht filtered through the blinds, castin

rown eyes watched the street in sil

e lively spark that once defined her had faded

beam of sunlight briefly crossed her face. Her gaze remained fix

had been holding the same Starbucks cup for nearly an

is frame, his features... he looked suspiciously simi

nearby. Their license plates weren't local, and

of place. She had no doubt the paparazzi were still lurking nearby,

spapers resting on the arm of the sofa. She had collected them from the mailbox several nights earlier, under the cover of

ll Englishman who had lived beside her only two months ago sti

t to him, however, was

Brody dominated the front

er his striking pale-blue eyes. There had been a warmth in his gaze t

d images of the two of them hand in han

s celebrities-a rebellious rock singer, a dazzlin

effortlessly became the center o

ed the pages, frustration and b

head became impossible to ignore. "Just look at yourself. Overweight and o

t one brief glance was enough. She immediately looked

d beneath her fingers. Drawing her knees closer, she sank deepe

nd," she murmu

ike this. Something had to