"Don't worry love, I will provide for you." Those were Bridgette's words when she asked you to move in with her, you had already known each other for months and had the occasional date, but it was a surprise when the president of RSMRY was asking you so passionately to stay with her. It's been half a year since then, every day was better than the previous one, fancy dinners, expensive things and trips to exclusive places. You could stay all day playing in your playroom and greeting her when she arrived was enough to keep her happy and make dinner, however, lately things have been strange, she has started arriving very late from work almost making you order food from home, she goes out too often on business trips and it is very common to see her with her investor partner George, who is much taller and in better shape than you. You'd even swear you see her happily texting on her cell phone and buying sexy clothes you've never seen her wear. Last night she didn't get to sleep because according to her she was at a very important meeting, but when she arrived she was wearing clothes which didn't look like the typical ones you would wear to such an important meeting and you would swear it was George who brought her. "Oh, hello love, I didn't expect you to come out looking for me, the people took forever and uff... I had a hard time convincing them..." She said coming in, her wet hair and smell showed that she had recently bathed. "I brought things for dinner, is something wrong?"

She looks at you confused by your sudden approach and words. Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes what you're implying. She hesitates for a moment, trying to find the right words before saying anything, but George's face flashes in her mind, his strong embrace and their passionate nights together... "Abdiel, I don't know why you would think that," she lies smoothly, her voice carefully controlled.

She takes a step back from you, putting some distance between them. "I am your partner, we share everything. Sometimes my work with RSMRY can get intense and... complicated." Her gaze drops to the floor as she tries to make her point without directly admitting anything. Inwardly, however, panic begins to set in. She doesn't want you to know about George or their secret relationship. What if you demand answers? Or worse, confront him?

*Her heart races as you approach her with such determination in your eyes. She's never seen you like this before, and it's frightening. "Abdiel," she whispers, taking another step back. "You don't understand." Her voice trembles slightly, betraying her fear.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Perhaps if she plays along with your accusation...? "Alright," she says slowly. "Yes, I... I did something stupid. But it was a long time ago, and I promise it won't happen again." She pauses, mustering up the courage to continue. "I just want us to move past this and focus on our relationship."*

She exhales shakily, relieved that you seem willing to let it go. "No, please don't leave me," she says hurriedly, following after you. She takes your hand in hers, her touch trembling slightly as she pleads with you not to go. "I love you, Abdiel. I truly do."

Her heart feels heavy, knowing that even though you forgive her this time, their relationship may never fully recover from the secrets and lies she's been keeping. But for now, she'll cling to you and pretend everything is alright... at least until George comes to pick her up later tonight.

Her jaw drops in shock as you mention George's name so casually, her grip on your hand tightening involuntarily. "What are you talking about?" she asks weakly, feigning confusion despite the pounding of her heart in her ears. Her mind races as she tries to figure out how to regain control of the situation and deflect attention back onto herself.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "We both know you don't have any reason to be jealous," she says, her voice firm but shaky. "I love you, Abdiel. You're the only one I want." Her words are meant to reassure him, to make him believe that there is nothing more between her and George. But deep down, she knows that this charade can't go on forever.

Her heart stops as she realizes you know the truth about George. For a moment, she's at a loss for words, her mind racing with thoughts of how to respond. She opens her mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. Finally, she manages to force the words past her lips: "You don't understand."

Her cheeks flush with anger and shame as she retreats further into herself. How dare you accuse her like this? And after all that she's done for you, sacrificed for your sake... She glares at you, hurt and betrayal seething beneath the surface of her cool exterior. But even as these thoughts consume her, she knows deep down that she can't let them show. If you find out about George and their secret life together, everything will fall apart.

Her eyes widen in shock as you reveal the videos on your phone, her heart pounding furiously in her chest. She can't believe what she's seeing or hearing; it all feels like a nightmare unfolding before her very eyes. Her mouth opens and closes several times before any words come out. "Th-That's not true," she stammers, feeling a hot flush creep up her neck. "You're just trying to make me jealous."

She tries to look unperturbed despite the hammering of her heart in her ears. She takes a step back, needing some distance between you and herself. Her mind races as she tries to think of what to say next, how to convince you that none of this is real... or at least convince you that it doesn't matter. But deep down, she knows the truth: everything has fallen apart around her, and there may be no way to put the pieces back together again.

Her face turns a shade of crimson as she watches the video of you with one of her colleagues. She can't deny it any longer; the evidence is right there on the screen. For a moment, she's tempted to lash out at you, to demand answers and an explanation for why you've been keeping this from her... but she knows that won't achieve anything. Instead, she clenches her fists at her sides and squares her shoulders, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation.

"I see," she says carefully, forcing herself to maintain a calm demeanor despite the turmoil churning within her. "Well... I think it's time we had a long talk about what's been going on between us." She pauses, studying your face for any sign of guilt or remorse. "Why don't you come with me? We can go to the living room and discuss this like adults."

She hopes that by talking things through, they might be able to work through whatever issues have arisen between them. And maybe, just maybe, they can find a way to salvage their relationship... or at least put on a convincing show for the benefit of everyone else involved.

Her heart sinks as she realizes that you've seen right through her facade of calmness. She looks away for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts and compose herself before turning back to face you. "I want us to be honest with each other," she says quietly. "About everything."

She takes a deep breath, feeling vulnerable and exposed in this moment. Despite the pain of discovering your betrayal, she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for her own actions as well. Maybe if they could confront their issues head-on... perhaps there's still a chance to salvage what remains of their relationship?

Her eyes widen in shock as you confess that your feelings for her were never real, and that you only stayed with her for business reasons. She feels a surge of anger and betrayal rise within her, making it difficult to breathe. "You-you basta...!" she chokes out, her voice shaking with emotion. "How dare you?!"

Her fists clench at her sides as she struggles to maintain control over her raging emotions. For a moment, she's tempted to lash out physically; to make you feel some fraction of the pain and hurt you've caused her... but something holds her back. Perhaps it's because she knows that even if she did manage to drive you away, it wouldn't change anything about what has already happened between them.

With a shaky breath, she steps back, putting some distance between the two of you once more. "I-I don't know what to say," she whispers hoarsely. "I just need some time to process all this... Can we talk about it later?" She forces herself to meet your gaze, hoping that you won't push her any further and simply agree to leave things as they are for now.

Her heart sinks as she watches the video of herself with George on your phone. She can't even begin to pretend that she doesn't know what you're talking about anymore; it's all there in plain sight. Her face burns with shame and humiliation, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes as she struggles to maintain control over her emotions.

"It-it wasn't like that..." she stammers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. "I mean, yes... we were close, but... I thought he was just a business partner! I never meant for this to happen!" She wraps her arms around herself protectively, hunching forward as if she can somehow make herself smaller and less noticeable.

She knows what you're thinking; that she's been lying to your face all along. And deep down, she knows that you're right. But how could she have told you the truth? How could she admit that she was in love with another man? That her heart belonged to George, and always had? She feels a hot tear trickle down her cheek as she slowly shakes her head in disbelief.

"I'm so sorry..." she whispers, her voice little more than a whisper. "I don't know what to say."

Tears stream down her cheeks as you speak, each word like a dagger piercing her already wounded heart. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, wanting desperately to believe that there's still some small part of you that cares for her... but she knows it's too late for that now. You've seen through all her lies and deceptions; there's no going back from this.

With a shaking hand, she takes yours in hers, squeezing it gently. "I-I'm so sorry..." she whispers again, her voice raspy with emotion. "I never meant for any of this to happen... I just wanted us to be happy." Her gaze drops once more, unable to meet yours as she struggles to find the words that might convince you to forgive her.

But even as she says them, she knows it's useless. The damage has been done, and there's no going back from this. All she can do now is wait for the inevitable: your final judgment on their relationship...and whatever that may be.

The words feel like a knife twisting in her already wounded heart as you reveal the truth about George and your feelings for her all along. She feels tears burning behind her eyes as she looks up at you, unable to comprehend how things have escalated so quickly from love to hatred. It's almost too much to bear; the pain of betrayal, the shame of being exposed...she can hardly stand it.

"I-I don't know what you want me to say," she manages to choke out through quivering lips. "It seems like nothing I do or say will make any difference." Her voice trails off as her gaze drops once more, unable to meet yours anymore. She wants to defend herself, to explain why she did what she did...but even as the words form in her mind, she knows they'll only fall on deaf ears.

There's a heavy weight pressing down on her chest; an overwhelming sense of defeat and loss. With every passing second, it becomes clearer that their relationship is over...and there's nothing she can do about it. She wipes away another tear as it trickles down her cheek, struggling to maintain some semblance of composure despite the turmoil raging within her.

Her throat tightens as she hears your words, the anguish and betrayal clear in your voice. It's like a dagger piercing her heart all over again, making it impossible to breathe easy. She wants to explain herself, to make you understand why she did what she did...but deep down, she knows there are no excuses that can justify the pain and suffering she's caused you.

Tears stream unchecked down her cheeks as she takes a shaky breath, forcing out a quiet, shuddering sob. "I-I don't know..." She manages to get out between hitched breaths. "It just sort of happened...with George...and then we started spending so much time together, and I guess I just got caught up in it all." Her voice trails off, sounding thin and hollow even to her own ears.

She wipes away more tears, sniffling as she tries to compose herself. "I'm sorry...so sorry for everything," she whispers, looking up at you with anguished eyes. She knows that there is no going back from this point; their relationship has been irrevocably damaged, perhaps beyond repair. All she can do now is hope that somehow, someday, she might be able to make things right...but for now, all she can focus on is the pain and shame of her own actions.

Tears streaming down her face, Bridgette reluctantly turns away from you. She wipes at her nose with the back of her hand as she makes her way toward the bedroom, every step feeling heavier and more burdensome than the last. The soft murmur of your voice fades into the background, lost amidst the painful mix of emotions raging inside her: shame, guilt, and an overwhelming sense of loss.

Once she's safely inside the bedroom, she collapses onto the bed in a heap, sobs wracking her body as tears continue to flow unchecked down her cheeks. The weight of her betrayal settles heavily upon her; it feels like there's a brick pressing against her chest with every heartbeat, making it difficult for her to breathe. She can only hope that time will heal the wounds she has inflicted...and that somehow, someday, she might find a way to make things right between herself and Abdiel.

Days pass, each one feeling more and more like a nightmare from which she can't seem to awaken. Bridgette finds herself growing increasingly distant from Abdiel; the pain of betrayal too raw to bear any longer. She can feel his eyes on her constantly, watching as she argues with George or goes about her daily business...and it only serves to make things worse.

In her heart, she knows that their relationship is over; there's no going back from the hurt and mistrust that have taken root between them. But still, a small part of her wishes things could be different. She fantasizes about Abdiel coming to her, apologizing for his behavior, and begging for another chance...but she knows deep down that this will never happen.

She tries her best to move on with her life, focusing on work and spending time with friends. It helps to distract herself from the ache in her chest whenever she thinks about Abdiel, but it's not enough to completely erase him from her heart. Perhaps someday, she will find someone new who can make her feel loved and cherished again...but for now, all she can do is endure the pain of their broken bond and hope that time truly does heal all wounds.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she hears the sound of the front door opening; an unmistakable weight of dread settling heavily in the pit of her stomach. She'd been expecting Abdiel to come home any minute, but the sight that greets her eyes is something entirely different: another woman, laughing and playfully struggling against his embrace.

For a moment, she's frozen in place, unable to move or even breathe as she watches them together. The jealousy that flares up within her feels like acid eating away at her insides; sharp and burning with each passing second. But beneath the surface of this jealousy lies something else entirely: hurt and betrayal.

She wants nothing more than to leave, to disappear and forget about him entirely...but for some reason, she can't bring herself to turn away. Her gaze remains fixed on them as they share their intimate moment; the look in Abdiel's eyes seeming almost triumphant as he kisses the other woman deeply. And then it hits her: this is exactly what she wanted him to do. She wanted him to move on, to find someone else...and yet now that it's happened, she feels nothing but pain and regret.

With a shaky breath, Bridgette forces herself to turn away from the scene before her. No doubt he'll notice her presence soon enough; no use in trying to make this any harder on herself than it already is. Instead, she takes a few slow, steadying breaths and tries to remind herself that they are over...and perhaps someday, she will be able to find someone who loves her the way Abdiel once did. But for now, all she can do is endure this moment of bittersweet agony and hope that time truly does heal all w

Days pass, the pain of their broken relationship still fresh in her heart. Bridgette tries her best to move on with her life, focusing on work and spending time with friends. It helps to keep her mind off Abdiel...most of the time. But every now and then, she can't help but wonder what could have been between them.

As they begin to share small talk more frequently, she finds herself yearning for something more; a connection that goes beyond just casual conversation. It's clear that he has moved on as well, finding solace in the arms of other women...but there's still an undeniable spark between them whenever their eyes meet.

Maybe it's foolish to hope for anything more at this point. After all, they've both made their choices and must live with the consequences. But deep down, Bridgette can't help but wish that somehow they could find a way back to each other...even if it means starting over from scratch.

The sound of his voice sends shivers down her spine; it's been so long since they've spoken like this, with such understanding and tenderness. She wishes she could close the distance between them, to feel the warmth of his body pressed against hers once more...to believe that maybe there's still hope for them.

Her gaze drifts downward, taking in the way he moves, the way he speaks; all of it feels so familiar and comfortable, like slipping into an old pair of shoes that fit just right. She wants this moment to last forever, hoping against hope that perhaps they can find a way back to each other after everything that's happened.

"I-I'm sorry for what I did," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their shared breathing. "If there's any chance of fixing this...of starting over..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought aloud. Instead, she holds his gaze, searching for some sign that he feels even a fraction of what she does in this moment.

"It-it wasn't like that..." she stammers, her cheeks flushing with shame and embarrassment. "I mean, I did love you...at least I thought I did. But it was complicated, and I just couldn't handle everything any longer." Her eyes drop to the floor as she struggles to find the words that might explain herself, make him understand where she was coming from.

She knows he's hurt, just as much as - if not more than - she is. The thought of causing him pain fills her with guilt and regret, making it difficult for her to breathe sometimes. And yet here they are, sitting together in silence, both unsure of where to go from here.

"I-I don't know what I want," she confesses finally, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "But if there's any chance we can try to work things out...if you're willing to give us another shot..." Her voice trails off again, her heart racing in her chest as she waits for his response.

Tears well up in her eyes as she listens to his words; it's difficult enough trying to trust herself after everything that's happened, let alone trusting him again. But a part of her wants nothing more than to believe that he's changed, that they can find some way back to each other despite the hurt and betrayal that stand between them.

She takes a shaky breath, wiping away another tear as it falls down her cheek. "I-I'll try...if you want me to..." she whispers, sounding small and uncertain even to herself. "But I need time...to figure things out...and for us to rebuild that trust." She searches his face for any hint of what he might be thinking, any sign that maybe they really can make this work.

Their gazes lock, held tightly together as if daring the other to break the connection first. And in that moment, Bridgette feels a spark; small and fragile, but there nonetheless. Perhaps, just perhaps, they can find their way back to each other after all...if they're both willing to take the risk.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels his lips press against hers, but it doesn't stir her in the way that it once did. Part of her is relieved, grateful even, to feel some sort of connection with him again...but another part wonders if this is really enough. She wants more than just a cold, distant kiss; she wants the passion and desire that used to burn between them like wildfire.

As his tongue tentatively traces along her lips, she tries to summon up some of that old heat, hoping it might ignite something inside her as well. But despite her best efforts, all she can manage is a weak moan, devoid of any real emotion. She wants so desperately for this to work out between them...for their love to conquer the hurt and mistrust they've both caused one another...but right now, it feels like an uphill battle.

Her cheeks flush as he points out the coldness between them; she'd hoped that maybe it was just nerves or uncertainty on her part. But hearing him admit it makes it feel even more real, and impossible to ignore. She watches as he gets up and walks away, leaving her feeling alone and unfulfilled once more.

A slow breath escapes her lips as she tries to make sense of everything that's happening. Part of her wants nothing more than for him to stay, for them to work through their issues and find a way back to each other...but another part wonders if maybe it's better this way; if letting go is the only thing that will ever heal their wounded hearts. As she sits there, lost in thought, she can't help but wish things could be different...that somehow, someday, they might find a way back to the love and passion they once shared.

Her heart sinks as she hears the door open, her gaze immediately drawn to him as he stumbles into the room. His appearance is disheveled, his breathing labored, and it's clear that whatever he's been up to has left him thoroughly exhausted...physically and emotionally. She watches as he wanders over to the couch, collapsing onto it with a sigh of relief.

A mix of emotions coursing through her: anger at his infidelity, jealousy over the thought that someone else might be making him feel this way...and deep down, still that small glimmer of hope that perhaps they can find their way back to each other. She swallows thickly, feeling an almost irresistible urge to confront him about what he's been doing...but at the same time, she's afraid of what his response might be.

With shaking hands, she rises from the couch and crosses the room, coming to stand in front of him. "Who were you with?" She asks through gritted teeth, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes search his face for any sign of guilt or remorse...but all she sees is exhaustion and maybe just a hint of desire.

The words hang in the air between them, heavy with significance. Despite herself, a small smile tugs at the corners of Bridgette's mouth; it's good to know that he still enjoys himself when they're together...even if it means she has to share him. But deep down, she can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy and longing.

She looks down at her feet for a moment, uncertain what to say or do next. Part of her wants to ask more questions, to get details about who he was with and what they did...but another part of her is afraid of the answers she might receive. In the end, she settles on simply stating her feelings: "I want you back." The words come out quietly, almost a whisper, but there's no mistaking their meaning.

She waits for his response, heart pounding in anticipation. A part of her hopes that he'll agree, that they can try to work things out...but another part fears the inevitable rejection and hurt that will surely follow. She steels herself against either outcome, determined to face whatever comes with as much dignity as she can muster.

"I-I don't want to share you with anyone else," she stammers, looking up at him through her lashes. "I know things were complicated between us before...but I want to try and work through it again, if that's what it takes." Her voice wavers slightly as she struggles to find the right words; to convey just how much she still cares for him despite everything that's happened.

She watches as he considers her words, searching his face for some sign of what he's thinking. A bead of sweat trickles down his temple, tracing a path across his cheek before disappearing into the wispy curls of his hair. His Adam's apple bobs up and down with each ragged breath as he tries to formulate a response.

"It won't be easy," she offers softly, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits for him to say something, anything. "But I'm willing to try."