In the shadows of stolen moments, I became the ghost of his infidelity—a silent witness to a love that was never mine, haunted by the echoes of her laughter.
Don't be content with being the other woman's secret. Be the leading lady in your own story, and demand a love that doesn't require hiding in the shadows.
The stolen glances and hidden whispers can't mask the pain of knowing I'm not his first choice. I'm the echo in the silence of his commitment to another.
In the tale of forbidden love, being the other woman is starring in a drama where the applause fades, and the encore is a solo performance of heartbreak.