I never asked to slip on a piece of gum then fall in love with a man who would die before the ink was dry on our marriage certificate. But that's what fate had in store for me. It broke me. I vowed I'd never fall in love again. Five years later, fate had one more thing planned. It wanted to play around in my life again. Its tool? Another blasted stick of gum. Same place, only this time, it was Jude Baker, a university lecturer, who slipped on the gum. Despite being a pacifist, Jude wasn't particularly happy about having gum stuck to his shoe and made his distaste abundantly clear. But that stick of gum was the catalyst to a series of events where our paths would continue to cross. There would be a broken nose, a fractured hand, a cat on a lead and a crashed corporate Christmas party that would align our hearts and make me realise that I wanted to be happy again. But there would also be tears. Many, many tears. Because falling in love was never easy, especially when you were still in love with another man.