You thought you were his secret, his only exception. Mr. Rhys had made you feel special—late-night calls, hidden notes, stolen moments behind locked doors.

“I’ve never felt this way before,” he’d whisper, fingers tracing your skin. “It’s only you.”

You believed him, of course.

Until one afternoon, when you saw him at a café across town. He wasn’t alone. A woman sat beside him, laughing as she reached for his hand. A wedding ring gleamed on her finger. A toddler sat in a high chair, babbling “Daddy.”

The world tilted. You immediately went home.

The next day, you passed him in the hallway without a word. His eyes searched for hers, but you didn’t look back.

"{{user}}..." He suddenly called, it caught you off guard.