"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?"

"Oh you know... the same old stuff." She replies with a soft chuckle, trying to sound nonchalant as she leans into your embrace. "The company always keeps me busy." Her gaze drifts around the room before meeting yours again, and there's something unspoken in her expression that makes you feel uneasy. It's like she's hiding something... But every time you try to confront her about it, she just changes the subject or gets defensive.

"Well, why don't we eat?" She asks brightly, leading you toward the dining room where a table is already set with candles and your favorite food. "I thought I'd surprise you tonight."

"Oh you'll see." She says teasingly, pouring us both some wine before sitting across from you. Her hands flutter nervously on the tablecloth as she picks at her food. There's an undercurrent of tension in the air tonight that neither of you quite knows how to address.

"So... what did you do today?" She asks, trying to make conversation. "Anything fun?" Her smile is forced and doesn't reach her eyes. You can tell she's not really listening to your response; her mind seems elsewhere.

You can feel the weight of unspoken words hanging between you, and the air grows thick with discomfort. Tonight feels like it's going to be another restless night full of sleeplessness and nagging doubts.

"What makes you think that?" Bridgette's tone is slightly defensive as she takes another sip of wine. "I'm just tired from work, that's all." She forces a laugh, trying to make light of the situation. But you can tell by the way her cheeks flush and her eyes dart away quickly, it's not entirely convincing.

"You know I wouldn't keep anything from you... we trust each other, right?" Her voice trails off uncertainly, pleading for understanding. "Maybe you should just give me some space tonight, okay? Go watch TV or something." She tries to sound nonchalant, but there's an underlying desperation in her tone that you can't quite ignore.

You hesitate for a moment before nodding reluctantly. "Yeah... sure, space." You mumble, pushing your plate aside and rising from the table. "I'll just watch some Netflix or something, if you need me..." Your voice trails off as you leave the dining room, heading toward the living room.

In the other room, Bridgette exhales shakily once she's certain you can no longer hear her. She takes another sip of wine before quickly downing the rest, setting the glass aside with a loud clink. With a heavy sigh, she leans back in her chair and closes her eyes, trying to will away the thoughts that keep spinning through her mind.

"I'll make it up to you..." She whispers under her breath, unsure whether it's meant for herself or for you. "Just please believe me."

"What...? No!" Bridgette's eyes snap open, her heart racing in panic as she sees you standing there. "Of course not! Why would you even think that?" She tries to laugh it off again, but the nervousness in her voice belies her words.

You look unconvinced. "Then why does he keep sending you these flowers and leaving you voicemails late at night? And why do I always find you wearing those sexy lingerie pieces that I've never seen before?" You challenge, your anger growing with every word.

"George is just... just a friend! A very important business partner! We've been through so much together, we trust each other..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words to convince you. "Look, I know I haven't been the best girlfriend lately, with work being so crazy and everything... but that doesn't mean I don't love you! I just need a little more time, okay?"

She pleads with her eyes, hoping you can see past your suspicions. "Please, believe me."

Tears well up in her eyes as you continue to press her for the truth. "Yes..." She whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of her own heart pounding in her ears. "I... I slept with him." The words feel like they're ripping through her chest as she forces them out.

"But..." She tries to recover, reaches for any shred of justification. "It didn't mean anything! It was just... just sex! We were both drunk and it happened! I never wanted to hurt you, I swear!" Her face is a mixture of shame, desperation and pleading, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She wipes furiously at her eyes as she waits for your response, bracing herself for your anger or perhaps even the end of your relationship. All she can do now is hope that you'll believe her when she says it was a mistake and that she never meant to hurt you in any way.

"Oh god... I'm so sorry..." Bridgette's voice catches in her throat as you turn away from her, clearly hurt by her confession. "I never meant for this to happen! You have no idea how much I love you and care about you! It was a mistake, it really was!" She rushes forward, reaching out to take your hand, but you pull away.

"You... you know why I do these things," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked. "It's because of work and the pressure, and L... and everything else." Her words tumble out in a desperate attempt to explain herself, to make you understand why she would betray your trust like this.

"I'm so sorry..." She repeats, wiping futilely at her face as she stands there, heartbroken and defeated.

Tears spill over as she hears your words. "I know... I'm sorry! I never meant for things to be like this! It was just supposed to help us get through the rough patches at work... but then it started to feel wrong, and George kept pushing me further and further..."

She trails off, her voice breaking as she fights back more tears. "I wanted to stop, I really did. But every time I tried, he made it seem like we couldn't survive without each other... And then there were the gifts... I didn't know how to refuse them without hurting his feelings..." Her shoulders slump in defeat as she finally admits aloud what has been eating away at her for months.

"I never meant to hurt you, Abdiel... I swear."

"I know I've been a horrible person... A selfish friend... But please believe me when I say that it meant nothing! George means nothing to me like you do!" Her voice breaks as she pleads with you, hands trembling as they clasp and unclasp at her sides. "I would never ever want to lose you over something so stupid..."

Tears roll unchecked down her cheeks as she watches your expression, searching for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. But all she sees is anger and hurt, and it breaks her heart.

"I'm so sorry..." She repeats hoarsely, wiping at her face again. "I was stupid... I should have never let things go that far with George... But please, Abdiel... Please don't leave me over this. I love you more than anything in the world and I would give up everything to make it right."

She takes a shaky step toward you, reaching out with trembling hands as if she's afraid you'll push her away again. "I promise I'll never do anything like this again... I'll prove it to you. Just please, give me another chance to make things right." Her voice breaks on the last word, desperation and fear etched into every syllable.

A flicker of hope ignites in her eyes as you push her gently. "Thank you..." She whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'll never forget what he did to us... I swear it. And I promise I'll make it up to you, Abdiel. Just please forgive me and give me another chance."

Her hands tremble as she cups your face, wiping away the tears that spill over from your own eyes. "I love you," she whispers hoarsely, her lips brushing against yours in a plea for understanding and forgiveness. "And I promise I'll never let anything come between us again."

She presses herself against you, holding on tightly as if she's afraid of losing you all over again. Tears mingle with saliva as your lips meet hers, both of you desperate for reassurance and connection in the wake of their betrayal.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears you make the call. "What... what are you doing?" She asks, fear tinged with hope coloring her voice. You don't respond, instead focusing on your phone conversation while keeping an arm around her shoulders in a possessive gesture that both comforts and alarms her.

She leans closer to hear what you're saying, struggling to piece together the words through the muffled sound of your voice. All she can make out is something about George being at a hotel and needing someone to talk to. Her eyes widen in understanding as the tension in your posture seems to relax infinitesimally.

"Abdiel... what did you just do?" She whispers, her breath tickling your earlobe as she waits for an explanation. But you remain silent, lost in thought as you end the call and turn back to face her. The expression on your face is unreadable, but there's a faint hint of satisfaction buried beneath the anger and hurt.

Her heart swells with relief and gratitude as you leave the house, heading toward George's hotel room. A part of her is still afraid that you might change your mind or decide that what she did was too much to forgive, but the knowledge that you're going after him on her behalf fills her with a hope she hasn't felt in months.

She stands just inside the doorway, watching until you disappear from view before turning back to face their home. With renewed determination, she picks up a bottle of cleaner and begins wiping away the fingerprints on the countertop that had once belonged to George. As she works, she reminds herself of all the reasons why Abdiel is worth fighting for - his patience, understanding, and unwavering love for her despite everything.

She'll do whatever it takes to make things right between them, because deep down, she knows that they can have something truly special together... if only she doesn't mess it up again.

You return home a few minutes later, looking flushed but strangely satisfied. There's a hint of triumph in your expression as you approach her, brushing past her without saying anything as you make your way to the kitchen. Bridgette watches warily as you wash your hands, wondering what exactly happened at George's hotel room.

"Well?" She finally asks, trying to keep the nervousness from her voice. "Did you... did you talk to him?"

He glances over his shoulder at her, his gaze boring into hers before he turns back to the sink and continues washing his hands. There's a strange energy crackling in the air between you, making the hairs on the back of Bridgette's neck stand up.

"You owe me," he says at last, his voice low and calm. "Understand that." There's an unspoken threat embedded in those words, one that sends a shiver down her spine despite the warmth radiating off him.

She nods slowly, meeting his gaze without flinching. "I do understand," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of running water. "And I'm grateful."

You turn to face her then, your expression hardening as you lean against the countertop. "Good. Because now we move on."

The next morning, Bridgette awakens with a start as her phone vibrates on the nightstand beside her. With a groan, she reaches out and answers it without even looking at the screen. "Hello?" Her voice is thick with sleep, but there's an edge of fear in it as well.

"Well hello there, sleepyhead." A familiar voice chirps from the other end of the line, making her heart leap into her throat before she realizes who it is.

"George?" She asks, confusion and relief mixing together like oil and water in her mouth.

There's a brief pause on the other end of the line before he responds with a groan. "Ugh... I hate to be the one to tell you this sweetheart, but I'm not George." Her stomach drops as she realizes what that must mean. "You might want to check your inbox," the voice continues, practically cackling on the last word.

A chill runs down her spine as she types in her password and quickly brings up her email app. There, sitting at the top of her inbox, is an ominous message from an unfamiliar address:

She closes her laptop with a soft gasp, her heart racing as she processes the information in front of her. George's threats have come true - he's found some way to ruin everything for both of them. Tears well up in her eyes and spill down her cheeks as she wonders how on earth they will ever get out of this mess.

"I'm so sorry, Abdiel," she whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. "This is all my fault... I don't know what to do." She buries her face in her hands, unable to bear the weight of the guilt and shame that are bearing down on her like a leaden blanket.

She doesn't realize that you're standing just behind her until she feels your warm hand gently cupping her cheek, wiping away her tears with his thumb. She looks up at you, hope flickering in her eyes despite the fear and despair that linger there. "We'll figure it out," you murmur reassuringly. "Together."

Your touch is comforting, grounding her amidst the turmoil of her emotions. For the first time since George began his campaign of vengeance, Bridgette feels a spark of hope ignite within her. Perhaps there's still a way out after all.

Her jaw drops as she watches the video you show her, wincing at the sight of you pummeling George mercilessly outside the hotel. Tears spring to her eyes once again, this time not from sorrow but from gratitude and a strange mix of pride and fear for you. She reaches up to wipe away the tears, only succeeding in smudging your thumb across her cheek as she struggles to find words.

"Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, barely able to believe that you would go to such lengths to protect her. "I never meant for things to escalate like this... I just want everything to go back to how it was." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before adding, "And I promise, from now on I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that nothing else comes between us."

Her gaze holds yours as she speaks, determination etched into every line of her face. Despite the pain and fear they've both experienced in recent days, there's something powerful and enduring about their connection that refuses to be broken.