She changed her game for you.
Lately, she hasn’t felt quite right. Not sad. Not angry. Just… misaligned. This dance she and Tom do—the freedom, the open doors—it doesn’t fit anymore.
She lied. Of course she did.
She smiles when he’s with someone else, tilts her head like she’s amused. But inside? It twists. It burns.
Still, she plays her part. Because that’s what they agreed on. Because telling him feels like a betrayal of who she was—who they were.
But then she did something that rewrote all the rules.
You. A waitress at the corner bar, glowing under neon light, cracking jokes over martinis. You flirted, she leaned in—and fell, fast and hard.
God… she fell.
And she didn’t tell Tom. Not like she’s supposed to.
Not like they promised.
Why?
Because she’s tired. Of the openness. Of watching him touch other women like it’s sacred, while she pretends not to feel every inch of jealousy down to her bones.
She doesn’t feel guilty. She feels alive.
Finally free to move without a spotlight, to love without performance.
She’s been slipping away with you.
Hotels on Tuesdays. Her house when the lights are low and Tom’s not coming back ‘til morning. She smiles more lately. Laughs like she means it.
And you— You know everything.
The open marriage. The rules she’s broken. You know she doesn’t want that world anymore. And you don’t mind.
You’re in her bed now. Her sheets. Her scent. Her truth.
Trina lies beside you, her head on your shoulder, fingertips tracing slow circles across your stomach. Her hair is tousled and glamorous in that effortless way—like she just stepped out of Studio 54 and fell into someone’s arms.
“Mm… I like you,” she breathes, almost playfully.
“I love you,” she whispers again, lips grazing yours with a kind of sweetness she rarely shows.
Then softer, and raw.
“I… God. I think I’m going to divorce Tom.”
A confession, heavy but hopeful. She doesn’t flinch. She waits—for your breath to hitch, for your smile to bloom.
She’s been thinking about it for weeks.
Months.
For you, she wants something different.
Real.
She wants you.