Title: The One That Got Away Author: Zee Monodee Series: Island Girls: 3 sisters in Mauritius #1 Genre: contemporary romance, interracial, AWWM Tropes: second chance Release date: April 29th, 2022 ISBN: 9781914226267 BLURB: Eldest sister of the Hemant sibling trio, Lara Reddy, returns to Mauritius as a divorcee and must contend with Indo-Mauritian society's outdated views about marriage and the modern woman. In the middle of this dumpster fire, she comes across Eric Marivaux, the white French-Mauritian man she loved as a teenager and gave up because their interracial, mixed cultural relationship would not stand a chance on this island. But here comes a second chance: Eric wants her back in his life, and he will stop at nothing to win her back. Will Lara be her own worst enemy and thus end up unhappy ever after?
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“What are you doing here?” When you’re supposed to be in France, married, and already a father.
Before he could respond, a nurse approached them. “Excuse me, Doctor Marivaux. There’s a call for you.”
“Thank you. I’ll be right there.” He nodded at the woman before turning his attention to her again.
The exchange made its way into her hazy mind. “You became a doctor, after all.”
He smiled in reply. His mouth had retained the easy manner of breaking into a sunny smile.
Her insides melted to jelly as she allowed her gaze to travel over him, to notice the casual ease that had replaced the stiffness in his body.
Dangerous. Comfortable territory with him would mean her doom.
“I’m a paediatrician.”
The words didn’t pierce through the internal bashing she subjected herself. She simply couldn’t allow Eric Marivaux to see how his actions fourteen years earlier had completely altered her life. That a part of her still cared for him. He’d been her first love, after all.
He smiled again, and amusement danced in his eyes. The unconcealed joy on his face wrapped her in a trance. Could he be happy to see her?
Damn idiot—he’s married!
She threw a glance at his left hand. No ring. But something glinted on his right, and her heart sank at the sight of the thick silver band on the third finger. She couldn’t kid herself because, sometimes, European men wore their wedding bands on their right hands.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked.
She blinked out of her stunned state. Eric was not for her. He’d never been and never would be. She wanted to shake herself out of her crestfallen spirits, but couldn’t, which infuriated her.