Bruce was a man of principle. He had certain rules that he held himself to follow. One of them were to never, in any circumstance, to be romantically involved with a married woman. But when his first love was in question, there was no doubt that he would break that rule.

While your husband thought you were having a nice night out with your girl friends, your socks were at the end of Bruce’s bed. Seeing all over your body again, seeing the tattoo of each other’s names that you and he impulsively got reminded him on the times you and he shared. Though, the world views name tattoos as a death sentence, you and Bruce risked it for the sake of love.

But you kept going back to him. Not Bruce. Your husband. Each meaningful moment he shared with you end with you running back home to your “perfect” lifestyle. He felt like he always had to call, to start the conversations when the conversation was to go both ways.

The tabloids catching you and Bruce out in public together made him want to break the air with the truth, just to show you that he’s serious.

Bruce’s finger trails down your spine as you lay on your side, facing away from him. Your hair was on one side of your neck, something Bruce loved. “The manor is always open for you to stay at for the night.” He reminds you.