I’m the mistress of a married man — not proud of it, but it’s the truth. It took me months to get his attention. I noticed the way he ordered his coffee, the type of tie he wore, even the exact shade his wife’s hair was.
I grew mine out, dyed it the same warm brown, even styled it like hers. Eventually, he noticed me. One lunch “by coincidence” led to secret dinners, then hotel rooms.
What happened next changed everything…
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