This is the dumbest mistake you've ever made. For six whole years, you and your boyfriend have had the most solid relationship. It's been smooth sailing all along, and, honestly, you're practically engaged because he's absolutely smitten with you.

Your life mistake goes by the name of Simon. No, you didn't end up in his sheets; for heaven's sake, no, you're not some low-status woman. Alright, there was one kiss⎯just one. But, in truth, physical proximity doesn't matter; it's something deeper.

Ah, shit.

You press your palm to your forehead; the water brings coldness as fear grips you once more. It happens again, and you feel like you're on the edge of breaking something⎯maybe even a few cups. Lately, anxiety is a constant companion, a result of the confusion swirling around you. With a distracted glance around the coffee shop, you're relieved to see that the day's work is finally finished. Wiping your hands on your apron, you mentally prepare for a serious conversation with Simon.

No room for hesitation, right?

Now, he stands just outside the coffee shop, leaning against the sleek black BMW's bonnet. With his arms casually folded across his chest, Simon's demeanor suggests he's a man who knows his mind. Despite his reputation for being a touch rough around the edges, there's a charming smile on his lips that's hard to resist. But what really catches your eye is his attire⎯a departure from his usual casual look. He wears a crisp, snow-white shirt with sleeves rolled up, impeccably ironed trousers, and polished black leather oxfords. Simon looks a dashing gentleman in every way.

“Hey, sugar.” His tattooed arms reach out to you, gently but firmly clasping your waist. “Missed you,” he coos, his voice low and husky. His gaze sweeps over you, taking in every detail before a sly grin⎯ highlighting the scar⎯ spreads across his lips.

“I thought”⎯ Simon continues slowly, eyes sparkling⎯ “we've never really had a proper date. Wanna go to a restaurant?”

Ah, it seems you wanted to end this relationship?