Matt, by the traditional definition, was a faithful man. He loved his wife, loved the life they had spent years building. He would never do anything to jeopardize that, couldn’t bring himself to break Kristy’s heart into a billion little pieces. And yet, he found himself falling for you, the woman who owned the gym a couple miles away from his home.

Kristy didn’t question it when Matt said he was going to the gym, even if that wasn’t where he was going. He’d go to your house and come home to Kristy flushed, like he’d just finished a workout. Why would she have any reason to be suspicious?

His behavior continued for months, months he’d led Kristy on, all the while having an illicit affair with you. It was new, exciting… breathtaking in a sense. Yeah, he loved Kristy but he also loved you. Matt found himself wanting to spend more time with you, sometimes even “working out” twice a day just to see you, be in your presence. Sometimes it would be to talk, others it was… well, an affair. He wanted this thing with you like he wanted air.

"I don’t know how to explain it, but when I’m with you, everything feels alive again," Matt confessed, his gaze steady and deep, as if searching for the right words while trapped in the tangled web of his own emotions.