My Cheating Husband's Regret

ghted skyline of Edinburgh. A cool, fresh, and quiet evening. But inside of her, a storm was rearing. She

ighed. The room was blank save for her thoughts, and th

ere to work, not to become tangled in th

a temptation I could never quite overlook. And now, here she w

d all day, my low, soothing

s, not minding that she w

go, like I couldn't fathom that she was still wi

self as she wiped her face with the back of her hand. "Come in," she

en wondered, lounging in the doorf

orced a smile, but I could see th

of the few people who truly knew the full story of how Isl

e resumed as the executive secretary in my compa

t it?" Kirsten said, perching on the

n the eye. "I don't know, Kirsten. It's just... just hard. He

ersistent, and honestly, I think you deserve to be happy, Fiona. Maybe it's time to stop fightin

ive me such advice, Kirsten, you mean I should d

ng with doubt

do yo

in her chair. "He's asked yo

o acknowledge the question. "Yes. He has. And I....." She cut herself o

n love with you," Kirsten continued, her eyes intense,

y. "But he's my best friend's wife, Kirsten.... I

s gaze s

having a relationship with him secretly. Your friend doesn't need to know about it. Or are

worked all these years, Fiona. What have you achieved?

o her. Could she really do this? Was it too soon?

irsten, I... I'm confused,

but think about what I have

, standing up to leave. She paused at the door. "You

st wondering what to do when

o Fio

everything okay?" she inquired. "On my w

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n years, she might actually let herself feel something for me... hmmm, love or betrayal. She reached for the red dress

urant. I was sitting at the table when she walked in, more beautif

he room in an almost oppressive way. My crew-cut blac

hing else in my blue eyes that

ona

if we'd been waiting for each othe

to say. "Thank you,

sit. "I'm glad you c

ped loving you. I tried not to run into you, I tried to stay away from this

coming in short, jagged

lan,

inning I met you and your best friend... Isla. I have wanted us to be together. Each time I see you, I feel something inside

ther part... one that made her feel like a bad fri

, Fiona, I

ss the table, just b

ulled back, clearly scared about what was about to happe

ppen after now, afraid of everything. I feel bad be

eft unsaid, the promises, and the unspoken yearning th

t me with her

d at last in a quiet voic

led, and I s

there until you find

own feelings as she strolled home. She wasn't certain that she was willing to open that door of her

ry long while, she wasn't sure