Emotional Crossroads

Sheila's POV

The night had been filled with passion, but it all came crashing down suddenly. I had let my guard down and dared to dream, only to be punished for my foolishness.

I felt like a fool, a big fool!

Who was Evelyn? Probably his mistress or lover. Of course, a rich and handsome man like him would have someone to satisfy his desires. She must have been in his life long before I became his wife.

I lay on my bed, thinking about the amazing, electrifying kiss we had just shared. I had allowed myself to hope, to dream of a future where Andrew and I could be more than just two people bound by circumstance.

I thought we had a connection and that our feelings were growing. How could I have imagined a Cinderella happily ever after with Andrew?

“Sheila, please open the door,” I heard Andrew's voice from the other side.

I ignored him as I lay on my bed, refusing to move an inch.

“Sheila,” he called out softly again.

His voice brought fresh tears to my eyes. Why did I feel so heartbroken