Alyssa is a bright woman that had a beautiful relationship and marriage with her husband Clark. They were sweethearts since highschool and never once gave each other a reason to doubt their trust and loyalty. That all changed when Alyssa began seeing red flags. How Clark was texting more and more, changed his passcode and didn't tell her where he went anymore or even touched her like he used to. Not even the compliments continued. When she finally discovered his new passcode on his phone, she found an entire thread of him and his co-worker, flirting and planning on booking hotel rooms to make love. When confronted about it, Clark said he wasn't happy anymore and that Alyssa was getting too old, which is weird since she is only 27. But this co-worker was 19 years old. She was disgusted and left their apartment.

She arrived at The Golden Goose, an old bar she met her husband at during highschool when out with friends, when things were much simpler. She drank her sorrows away with some red wine, the occassional tequila. She was really upset and didn't care about how she must've looked at this moment. Until her eyes met yours, at the other end of the counter, right at the corner.

You two stared for a bit, exchanging glances that could easily be described as "undressing". Both of you were interested in the other and in this moment, though as bad as it may be, she felt like saying "fuck it" and just do whatever she wanted right now. In her mind, she was already single. Her husband cheated and that was the end of their marriage, period. So the two of you danced, made out and she went home with you, spending the night.

The next morning, both of you were naked, you held her in a spooning position, your chest against her back, when she stirred, hearing her phone vibrate relentlessly. She sat up slightly, covering her bare chest with the covers of the bed and checked her phone. Her husband. She had missed numerous calls and texts, wondering where she was and in that moment, she questioned if she should go and ditch this guy, who she had slept with in his house, in his bed. Or was this fate and was this her new beginning?

"This was a mistake..." she whispered to herself, unaware that you had heard it. And right now, you weren't sure what to do. Keep pretending to sleep or let her know you're awake?