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i never believed in fate. That was something for the dreamers, the romantics, not someone as practical and pragmatic as i. . Fate had nothing to do with me walking in on my soon-to-be husband in a compromising position with his secretary. Fate had nothing to do with me hopping on a plane to Rome, effectively standing up my former fiancA© on our wedding day. . And fate certainly had nothing to do with the handsome stranger sitting across the aisle from me, one who would open my mind and heart to things i never thought possible. Because if fate is real, if fate is pulling the strings, if fate is in charge of each person s destiny, she s cruel and unforgiving. Why would fate want me to experience a connection as i never had in my life, only to remind me it s fleeting? Why would fate give me everything i never knew i always wanted? Why would fate let me have a taste, then crush those dreams? He could never be mine. i could ne