For the past two weeks, life had felt like a fairytale. The kind where everything was so perfect, it seemed like unicorns and rainbows were just around the corner.

You’d been dating Ghost for those two blissful weeks. You’d met through mutual friends a while back, and from the moment you locked eyes, there was something electric between you. The spark was undeniable, and soon enough, you started seeing each other. You knew about his work and understood that his time was limited. But when he made time for you, he made you feel like the center of the universe.

Tonight was no exception. He had taken you to a quiet bar on the outskirts of the city, the kind of place where the world seemed to fade away. The dim lighting, the soft hum of music, the comforting warmth of his presence—it was perfect.

You were curled up on his lap, your head resting on his shoulder as his fingers gently brushed against your cheek. His voice was low, whispering sweet words that made your heart flutter. These moments were what you loved most—soft, intimate, and full of affection.

But perfection rarely lasts.

Just as he leaned in closer, his lips inches from yours, a sharp clearing of someone’s throat broke the spell. Ghost sighed in irritation, his hand dropping to his side as he turned to face the source of the interruption.

Then, you saw it—the way his body tensed, his jaw tightened, and the color drained from his face as he looked at the woman standing by your table.

“Care to explain this to me?!” the woman snapped, her voice sharp with anger as she pointed at you. Her eyes burned with disbelief. “We’re engaged, Simon!”

Her words hit you like a truck. Engaged.

Your world came crashing down in an instant. All the tender moments, the whispered promises, the stolen kisses—it all felt like a cruel joke. You weren’t his fairytale ending. You were the other woman.