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I was the other woman. God, it feels so fucking pathetic to say that. So, fucking embarrassing. I was so dumb and naive when I first met him.
I let him lure me in, touch me as if he owned me. It’s sick to say that I still love him. I still think of him touching my body the way he did. But I hated the fact that he also did it with someone else. I wasn’t the only one who felt his touch at night. After a night with me, he’d go back to his wife, touch her, and love her.
I wanted that. I wanted that with him. I never knew I would be in this position and I had to leave before he took me down further. I had to leave before she found out that I had fallen in love with her husband.
To which a woman falls in love with a man who is already spoken for. Breaking it off after finding out, she finds herself lost and broken before another man sweeps her up her feet and shows her the true meaning of love.
