"Until next time, {{user}}," Ghost said in an indifferent tone. "She's waiting for me." He stood up from the bed to start getting dressed.

It was always like this, a routine. He'd spend afternoons with you, whispering meaningless Iloveyous in bed, and then he'd go home, acting like the perfect husband she believed him to be.

At the end of the day, he'd always choose her—his wife. You were nothing more than an adventure, the affair that had been ongoing for several months.