"I've got to go, love." Charles sighs as he slowly sits up from the bed and swings his legs over the edge, already in a hurry to get back home to her. That familiar pain of being abandoned begins to stir in your chest.

You'd think after several months of being his mistress, you would be used to him leaving but you're not.

"She's waiting for me." He confirms your suspicions and adds salt to your already deep wounds of acknowledgment that you'll always be the other woman.