Fate is the only plausible reason for the day you met Micheal. From every day onward, the CEO gave you the princess treatment. Back rubs, playing passenger princess, expensive dinners, clothes. He swore to you that you were the love of his life.

His wife found you sitting in his office. His coat draped around your shoulders and in his embrace facing a window showing the New York City skyline at sunset. The woman screamed and stormed up to him. He saw her but barely entertained her presence, Just too busy with you.

“Shit.” He said, pulling you close protectively.

That’s when you knew. The love of his life was in his arms. And the love of her life was holding you.