Love Off Script

Abigail Taylor

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Contents

Author’s Note

1. Caz

2. Shiloh

3. Caz

4. Shiloh

5. Caz

6. Shiloh

7. Caz

8. Shiloh

9. Caz

10. Shiloh

11. Caz

12. Shiloh

13. Caz

14. Shiloh

15. Caz

16. Shiloh

17. Caz

18. Shiloh

19. Caz

20. Shiloh

21. Caz

22. Shiloh

23. Caz

24. Shiloh

25. Caz

26. Shiloh

27. Caz

28. Shiloh

Epilogue

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Chapter 1Caz

Iremember when my life was something to be jealous of. I had what everyone wanted: a gorgeous loft, a perfect job, and a dream partner. But it was funny how much could change in ten years, especially your perspective.

After graduating college, I landed a position with KRG, a satellite radio service, where I became an interactive podcaster. Allowing my audience to decide what activities I participated in was all fun and games when I was still in my twenties, but now that I was pushing my mid-thirties, it didn’t hold the same appeal. As I grew older, my desire to tempt death lessened and practicality took its place. That was true for more than just work.

Ten years ago, my condo was perfect because it was cozy, super trendy, and located in the epicenter of downtown. Now, it seemed cramped, overpriced, and entirely too noisy. But it wasn’t just my living situation that I had outgrown. My definition of love also transformed—pretty words meant nothing if they weren’t followed by actions.

Davia and I were together when I first started making a name for myself, and I believed she was my ride-or-die. She pushed me to do more, be more, and want more. But that was all so that she could have more. I was a pawn in her game and blinded by the chaos surrounding me that I never stopped to question anything—like, where was all my money going? Had it stopped at a monetary loss, I could have handled it, but it didn’t. There was emotional manipulation on top of constant deceit, which left me feeling drained and betrayed.

I had spent so much time believing a lie that I now questioned everything and everyone around me. At thirty-four, I thought I would be on top of the world, but that was an illusion I had tricked myself into believing. And now I was paying for it with no savings or transferrable job skills, and heartbreakingly alone. Wow, I was three chords away from a country song.

“Caz, are you ready for your segment?” Matrix, my producer and friend, barked loudly.

I gave him a thumbs-up as I put on my headphones. Today was an audience vote day, and I had to do my best to sound enthusiastic when, in reality, I wanted to crawl under my duvet until I could wake up from this nightmare. I was tired of putting my destiny in the hands of others, but this was my only option, and I would suck it up and do my job.

“Good afternoon, you sexy people. It’s Caz Montgomery, and this is My Unscripted Life. It’s time to pick my next adventure, and you’re in charge. Last week, you had me exploring a haunted prison outside the city. I gotta admit, that was something nightmares were made of. I can handle a scary movie. But sitting in a gas chamber seat where actual death row inmates were executed gave me chills I felt long after leaving the room and made me wonder if a ghost had inhabited my body. So… maybe this week, you can be a little nicer?” I chuckled, but I wasn’t kidding.