Too Late Mr SINCLAIR
I spent years loving Dominic Sinclair. I was there before the success, before the wealth, before everyone else wanted a piece of him. I built a life with him, carried his child, and believed that no matter what happened, we would always choose each other.
Then one day, another woman moved into our home. Dominic insisted there was nothing going on. Maybe there wasn't. But it didn't change the fact that he stood by and watched her slowly take up space that used to belong to me.
Every day, I felt a little less like his wife and a little more like a guest in my own marriage.
The worst part wasn't what he did. It was what he didn't do. He didn't fight for me. He didn't see how much I was hurting. And when I finally walked away, he let me go.
Starting over wasn't easy, but somewhere along the way, I found myself again. I found peace. I found love. I found a man who never made me wonder where I stood in his life.
That's when Dominic came back.
Now he wants another chance. Now he wants his family back. Now he's saying all the things I spent years wishing he would say.
The problem is, I don't need those words anymore. And some mistakes don't hurt because they happen.
They hurt because they happen too late.