π It started with a window… and ended with a secret we still keep. I had just moved into our quiet neighborhood in Ohio, USA — where people mow their lawns on Sundays and smile at each other from across the street. Everything looked “perfect”… until one night I caught my husband staring through our bedroom window, fixated. “What are you watching?” I whispered. He jumped. “Nothing… just checking the blinds.” But curiosity killed me faster than guilt. I pulled the curtain slightly… and there she was — our new neighbor, in her early 30s, brown curls, gym shorts… and no bra. I should’ve been angry. But instead, something inside me switched on. That night, instead of fighting… we ended up in bed, hotter than we’d been in months. My mind kept going back to her. And the next day? I saw her smiling at me from across the lawn — like she knew. ⸻ π The Night That Changed Everything Two weeks later, she knocked. “Your husband left his package in front of our door,” she smirked. “But I ...
"I thought my college life was doomed to be boring forever. I had no friends, and my days blended together in a blur of lectures and studying. That was until he arrived - our new professor, who looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine rather than in a classroom. His youthful energy and charisma drew me in, and I found myself looking forward to his classes.
"One day, I was sitting alone at the cafeteria, lost in my books, when he walked in and joined me at my table. We struck up a conversation, and I was surprised by how easy it was to talk to him. We exchanged numbers, and I found myself feeling seen and heard for the first time in a long time.
"As we spent more time together, I started to develop feelings for him. He was charming, kind, and seemed to genuinely care about me. When he invited me to dinner at his place, I was thrilled. The evening was perfect - he cooked me pasta, and the rain outside created a cozy atmosphere. As the night wore on, I felt myself getting closer to him, and I thought he felt the same way.
"But then, everything changed. I flirted with him, and he got angry. He told me that he saw his late daughter in me, and that he couldn't bear the thought of losing me too. My heart broke into a million pieces. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut.
"I didn't know how to process my emotions. I started drinking to numb the pain, and I began skipping his classes. I felt lost and alone, and I didn't know how to find my way back."
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