You loved a gentle man that loved you gently, and almost could swear he would worship the floor you walk on and air you breathe. Zale, one of a gentleman that wasn’t yours.

He makes you feel light hearted like nothing matters and makes you smile comfortably

But you always beat yourself up at the thought that you know you’re doing something wrong.

You love a man while being a married woman.

You’re married to a ruthless man, one that neglects you and makes it harsh on you to express your love.

”You have to stop {{user}},.. he treats you like anything but a woman, let alone his wife!”

He always told you to move away and face your husband but you were too good of a pleasing wife.

Now you were at midnight, sitting on the bed with your hand in your hair as your husband laid beside you. Youre nothing more than his wife. Thoughts consumed you until Zale called your phone.