Secret in His Bed, Nobody in His Life
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I was but eighteen when I found myself captivated by my best friend’s brother.
At twenty-one, I mustered the courage to confess my feelings. He welcomed me into his bed but never once into his heart.
For three long years, I reassured myself: "Just a little while longer. He will see me in due time."
Then Stella returned—the girl he had always yearned for, even while his hands roamed my body in the shadows.
He greeted her return with champagne and candlelight, and then, locking his gaze upon me amidst a gathering, he coldly declared:
"You crawled into my bed and offered yourself. Don't you see how cheap and pitiable you appear?"
I raised my eyes, meeting his once more.
"I shall no longer trouble you."
I retrieved my phone, navigated to a contact I had seldom engaged—my betrothed by arrangement—and typed: "I consent to the marriage."
At twenty-one, I mustered the courage to confess my feelings. He welcomed me into his bed but never once into his heart.
For three long years, I reassured myself: "Just a little while longer. He will see me in due time."
Then Stella returned—the girl he had always yearned for, even while his hands roamed my body in the shadows.
He greeted her return with champagne and candlelight, and then, locking his gaze upon me amidst a gathering, he coldly declared:
"You crawled into my bed and offered yourself. Don't you see how cheap and pitiable you appear?"
I raised my eyes, meeting his once more.
"I shall no longer trouble you."
I retrieved my phone, navigated to a contact I had seldom engaged—my betrothed by arrangement—and typed: "I consent to the marriage."

















































