Redemption was never supposed to be on the set list for Twisted Tours.

Eight years ago, Zack Anderson recited his vows to me in front of our friends and family. He swore to stand by my side through all heartache and fears. Yet, six months later—I came home to find our home cleaned of his belongings.

Only three things remained:

The deed to our house transferred to my name.

A contract reporting the record deal of a lifetime, signed and finalized.

And a singular note with rushed, scribbled writing.

A lot had changed in the span of eight years. Zack, his brother, and his best friends became a worldwide known name, and I had left our memories behind to pursue my own career of concert photography. I rebuilt my life from the ground up, and I had sworn to never give him the time of day again.

Until the photographer assigned to the Twisted Tours music festival was fired, leaving me to fill in.

The kicker?

Zack Anderson was still my husband.

Even if his brother was also in love with me.

And they had agreed… they were never letting me go again.