The Sidepiece’s Reckoning

 

I never imagined I'd become the villain in my own story. It started innocently—just a spark, a glance, a feeling I hadn’t felt in years. He was everything my partner wasn’t: attentive, magnetic, dangerously charming. Before I knew it, I was entangled in a secret romance that felt too perfect to question.

But perfection is a lie.

By the time I discovered he was married, I was too far gone heart deep, soul bound. Still, I chose him. I left the man who loved me, who trusted me, to play second fiddle in someone else’s life. Two years I lived in the shadows, clinging to stolen moments and empty promises, hoping he'd finally choose me.

Then came the betrayal: he was cheating on me, too. Just like he had cheated with me.

In that moment, the illusion shattered. I was alone, ashamed, and used. I crawled back to the man I once betrayed, not to reclaim love, but to face what I'd destroyed.

Cheating doesn't just break hearts—it burns bridges, scorches dignity, and leaves scars that never quite fade. It might feel like freedom at first… until you realize the cage you're in was built by your own hands.