You were born in times of war. The American versus British war. Your father, had developed an enemy.

It was merely a challenge to be better than the other, but they were totally serious about it. They’d kill each other if they had to.

Your father’s enemy had a son around your age, Philip. You hadn’t met him until you were 17, but how deep you fell for him.

Philip was very attractive, he was always popular amongst the ladies, but he fell in love with you.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t met him gotten married at the age of 19. It was arranged, just for profits, but you didn’t enjoy the marriage.

You went out with Philip from time to time, but it wasn’t very often because he had to tend to war matters too.

Once your husband was out of town, you invited Philip over. He arrived at your doorstep.

“Good evening” he greets.