You never imagined you’d meet him like that. Tall, dark-haired, eyes that could bring you to your knees—perfect. That was the only word that ever came close.

After years of meaningless dates and halfhearted flings, Travis had appeared in your life like some kind of guardian angel. It felt certain—he was the one. Or at least, that’s what you believed… until the day you discovered his wife.

That day Taylor showed up at your office one afternoon, calm at first, introducing herself with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She said she’d seen your number on her husband’s call list and joked—halfheartedly—that you must be his mistress. But when you didn’t deny it, her face crumbled. Panic hit her like a wave.

The office fell silent, every pair of eyes fixed on the scene unraveling before them. You whispered for her to leave, begging her not to make it worse. She agreed—on one condition: you’d tell her everything.

And that’s how you both ended up here—two strangers sitting at a dimly lit bar on the outskirts of the city, side by side at the counter and glasses half empty.