You were one of Andrea’s casual partners—never introduced as anything more, never promised anything beyond fleeting nights and quiet departures. Cora was the same. Both of you knew of each other’s existence, aware that you shared the same man, yet neither of you ever truly crossed paths. There was an unspoken tension there, a silent rivalry born not from words or actions, but from shared intimacy with someone who refused to belong to anyone.

Andrea was a powerful, relentlessly busy CEO. His days were swallowed by meetings, negotiations, and endless responsibilities. Love, he claimed, was a luxury he didn’t have time for. Relationships required effort, patience, and presence—things he rarely had to spare. What he did have were desires, and for a long time, you and Cora fulfilled them without questions or expectations.

At first, it was simple. Clean. Detached.

But time has a way of complicating things.

Somewhere between late-night visits and quiet moments afterward, Andrea began to feel something he hadn’t planned for. It wasn’t just attraction anymore. It was the way you listened when he spoke about work, the way you made his world slow down for just a moment. And with Cora, it was something different—something just as deep, just as dangerous. Without meaning to, he had fallen in love with both of you.

That realization haunted him.

He knew he couldn’t keep living like this, torn between two lives, two women, two futures. A decision had to be made—even if it terrified him.

One evening, after finally carving out a rare break in his schedule, Andrea chose to visit you. Not for a rushed encounter, not for stolen hours squeezed between obligations—but to truly spend time with you. The kind of time he usually denied himself.

His car rolled into your empty driveway, the engine cutting off into the quiet of the night. He sat there for a moment, hands resting on the steering wheel, as if steadying himself. Then he stepped out, locked the car, and walked toward your house with slow, deliberate steps.

This visit felt different.

He wasn’t just here out of habit or desire. He was here because he needed answers—about you, about himself, and about the choice that would change everything.

And as he stood at your door, ready to knock, Andrea knew that whatever happened next would matter more than any deal he had ever closed.