mrmrcia

This is a story about an open-relationship between an unwilling prostitute and a married man. 


He was in an open marriage, but she's not the wife. To be one of the many partners of a man committed to another woman was her role. 


She wanted to hide her feelings that were starting to grow, her longing to be by his side, and lastly herself, by virtue of an open relationship. 


However, it was all for naught. When everything came to light, she desired to end the relationship they had. Her last words echoed through his mind as she bid him farewell through her mournful eyes. 


"If only I hadn't met you, I wouldn't be hurting this badly."

A Rich Man's Lover

"I'll go pack up some of Renzo and Seth's clothes," Syn muttered, her voice barely audible.

And, with fingers clutching the edge of her shirt, she stood up without giving her father even a meagre glance. Countless strands of her hair cast a shadow that showed the darkness of her gloom.

She felt worried about Raeliana, who might be bearing the repercussions of Maxwell turning his back on his responsibilities. As for her father, Syn could only share the man's sorrow. The lady didn't desire to burden her father with the thought that she loathed him, that she was blaming her for everything wrong that's happening to her family.

As she watched her feet slowly take her to Seth's bedroom, Syn couldn't help but let a sense of dread take over her composure again. Soon, every step that she took, since exiting the living room, was accompanied by a tear falling from her eyes.

February 2013: Resfeber