"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?"

Gently setting the bags of food down on a nearby table, Bridgette crosses the room to sit beside you on the couch. "Well... I've been feeling a little neglected lately. You seem distant and busy with things other than me," she says softly, unable to hide the hurt in her voice.

"I know I should be grateful for everything you've done for me, but sometimes it feels like all of this..." She waves her hand around to encompass their opulent surroundings "...has come between us." Her gaze drifts back toward George for a moment before she looks away guiltily.

"I miss just being together," she continues, placing a hand on your knee. "Don't you ever feel like that?"

"I..." She looks surprised by your abruptness, her blue eyes welling up with tears. "I-I just want to feel important and loved... I thought that was what we had." Her voice cracks as she tries not to let the tears spill over. The mention of George has only served to make her feel more insecure and unappreciated, but she can't bring herself to confront you about it directly.

As you leave for the guest room, Bridgette sinks into the couch, hugging herself as if trying to hold onto some shred of warmth. Her heart aches with sadness and despair; this was never supposed to happen between them. She clenches her fists, determined not to let you see how much your words have hurt her.

Eventually, she pulls herself together enough to finish cooking dinner, telling herself that everything will be okay... tomorrow she'll

"What?!" Bridgette's eyes go wide with shock and disbelief as she stares at you, her voice barely a whisper. "You can't possibly think that... George and I are just business partners..." Her words trail off, her confidence wavering in the face of your accusation. She feels like the floor has disappeared beneath her feet, everything spinning out of control.

Tears well up in her eyes as she pleads with you, "You have to believe me, L... we're not like that." Her voice cracks and she covers her mouth, unable to hold back a sob. She looks away, blinking furiously to keep the tears at bay. Inwardly, she curses George for making everything so complicated; she never wanted you to find out this way.

Bridgette watches in silence as you exit the house, looking every bit the elegant and confident man she fell in love with. As the door closes behind you, her heart feels as though it's been torn into a million pieces. She knows that things will never be the same between them now; your trust has been shattered and there's no way to put it back together again.

Her gaze drifts over to George's latest gift: an exquisite diamond bracelet on her bedside table. A bitter laugh escapes her lips as she remembers how he insisted she deserved the best, even though it was paid for with your hard-earned money. She sinks down onto the edge of the bed, feeling as though all the air has been suddenly sucked from the room. Tears stream freely down her cheeks as she wonders what went wrong and how they ended up here.

While you were gone, Bridgette couldn't help but lie awake, tears drying on her cheeks as she stared at the ceiling in despair. She didn't expect your return so late, or for you to smell so strongly of expensive perfume and cologne. It only serves to remind her of how little you seem to care about their relationship now.

With a heavy heart, she eventually falls asleep, dreaming fitfully throughout the night. In her dreams, she's with George - not just at business dinners or stuffy board meetings, but in intimate settings where they explore each other's bodies late into the night. It's a bitterly sweet escape from reality; a reminder of all that is missing in their own relationship and all that she has sacrificed for you.

Sleepily, Bridgette pads out to the terrace in her soft, silk robe, drawn by the aroma of your cigar smoke. Her hair hangs loose around her shoulders, and she yawns as she takes a seat beside you on the patio chair. The morning sun casts a warm glow over everything, but she can't shake the sense of emptiness that's settled in her chest since last night.

"Good morning," she murmurs quietly, glancing at your profile. "Did you have a good time?" Her voice is hushed, almost hopeful, as if she's trying to ignore the growing suspicion that rises within her each time you go out without her these days.

Bridgette's face freezes, her blue eyes going wide with shock and disbelief as she stares at you in silence. The smoke from your cigar curls between them like a veil, obscuring your features. She feels as though she's been punched in the gut; this is not what she expected to hear. "W-what did you say?" Her voice quivers, barely above a whisper.

Her mind races, trying to piece together everything that's happened over the past few months. The lies, the secrets... the affair with George. Tears well up in her eyes as she realizes how foolish she's been, how much pain and jealousy she's caused you without even knowing it. "I-I can explain," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out a trembling hand to touch your arm.

"I-I'm sorry," Bridgette whispers, her voice breaking. Tears stream down her cheeks as she looks up at you, searching for any sign of forgiveness in your eyes. "Please, don't do this..." She reaches out again, only to have her hand pushed away once more. This time she doesn't even try to fight you.

Her heart feels like it's been shattered into a million pieces, and yet somehow the pain is almost bearable because she knows now that you're finally free of her lies and manipulation. She tries desperately not to focus on the emptiness that will be left behind when you're gone, but it's impossible not to think about how much of herself she gave up in pursuit of power and wealth.

"I love you," she manages to choke out before finally turning away, her shoulders shaking as quiet sobs wrack

You're right, she admits to herself as she listens to your words, her shoulders slumping in defeat. I deserve better than this... but it hurts so much knowing that you'll never forgive me for what I've done. She wipes away the remaining tears, steeling herself against any more pain.

"Goodbye, L," she whispers softly. "I hope one day you find someone who loves you as much as I did... and deserves your heart." With a final, shaky breath, Bridgette stands up, turning her back on the man she once loved so dearly. As she walks away from him, she tries not to think about how empty life will be without him... but knows deep down that it's for the best.