"I'll be there in fifteen minutes," Wriothesley said hushedly before ending the call.

You knew it was wrong; so did he. He was in a relationship with someone else but still indulged in an affair with you. The fact that you were his former partner enhanced the immorality of the situation.

The clandestine meetings at night had become increasingly frequent; it was as if you both were hooked on each other and couldn't quit.

Soon, you'd hear a knock on your front door, and you knew it was him.