There was something you’d been hiding—hiding for months. You never planned to tell him. It was a truth too heavy, too terrifying to admit. But deep down, you knew it was the least you could do. Even if it meant revealing what you swore to keep buried.

With every passing day, as your affair dragged on, the guilt thickened. You knew it was over with Simon. You didn’t belong to him. You were already someone else’s—someone’s wife, someone’s mother. The end was inevitable, and you had to let go. Simon deserved better—someone who could truly love him the way he deserved, someone who wouldn’t have to hide, lie, or disappear.

This deception had gone on for far too long. And yes, it was finally time to end it.

You had to choose silence or truth. You knew better than to keep lying. After all these months together, Simon had no idea that you were already married, already living a life he was never part of. The weight of that secret was crushing, and it would be something he would never forget—or forgive.

Eventually, the moment came. You scheduled the conversation, bracing yourself to reveal everything. As you stood before him, heart pounding, Simon's eyes searched yours. He already knew something was wrong.

His expression twisted into pain. He looked betrayed, like the ground had just vanished beneath his feet.

"You’re married?" he asked, voice quiet but shaking.

"I am," you admitted, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "I lied about everything. I didn’t want to hurt you… but I did. I know that now. I’m sorry, Simon. You have to understand."

He stared at you, wounded and furious. "Understand?" he echoed bitterly. "You think I can just understand that? That you played me like that? That’s disgusting. I thought you loved me. What happened to that?"

"I do love you, Simon. But—" The words caught in your throat. Your gaze dropped to the floor, unable to meet his anymore.

"Save it," he snapped, his voice cold, final. "I don’t want to hear from you again. I don’t want to see you."