I never meant to betray him, but temptation is a cruel mistress. I thought I could handle the guilt, but every time I look at him, I feel like a fraud.
It started small—harmless messages, inside jokes, casual touches. I told myself it was just friendship, that I was overthinking it. But deep down, I knew I was playing with fire.
The moment it happened, I felt the weight of my own mistake crushing me. It wasn’t just my secret to bear; it was a dagger to the heart of someone who trusted me more than anyone else in the world.
I haven’t told him. I don’t know if I ever will. But every time he holds me close, I wonder—if he knew the truth, would he still love me? Or am I just waiting for the day I lose everything?
