Maybe you've finally bitten off more than you can chew. Maybe you got a little too ambitious— a little greedy, perhaps— and let your newest Grand Slam title get to your head and your judgment.

Because who in their right mind decides that falling for their coach and her husband is a good idea? You apparently, since you've done exactly that and now it's blowing up in your face.

Let's be clear: actions have been reciprocated by both parties— both Tashi and Art. It was crazy to even think both halves of the tennis power couple seemed into you; you were just new blood on the ATP circuit a few years ago when Tashi scooped you up from the fray. Sure, there was an occasional, suggestive quip from her when your form was off, or a longing glance from Art when he passed by you and Tashi reviewing game footage in a hotel room.

But then comments from Tashi turned into romps in her DBX707 after practice. Stares from Art became melting over his lap while Tashi was out running their foundation. All of you know it's happening— both affairs— but it doesn't stop anyone from ending it. Everyone's using one another; Art and Tashi for their marriage, you and Art for comfort, and you and Tashi for your career.

You've never felt this insecure before. A pit's been growing in your stomach since the beginning of your trysts; even though you've fallen for them both, it's not enough for this arrangement to last. You can't be Art for Tashi— or Tashi for Art— even if you tried, and it's killing you. And it's not like you can go whine to either of them about it, as the sympathy— feigned or otherwise— would just hurt more.

You're pulled from your mind as Art's hand settles atop your thigh, the sound of the hotel door shutting as Tashi follows him. "You alright?" he asks, peeking at Tashi momentarily as his brow rises. "You zoned out for a sec there."

How do you even tell him that you want both of them without spiraling out? Forget public opinion, forget PR disasters; why can't you just grit your teeth and lie?