Eighty One

Michael's POV

As I lay in bed with Emily, I felt a sense of guilt wash over me. I knew I was hurting Rebecca, and I knew I was risking everything for this affair. But I couldn't stop myself. I was addicted to Emily, to the way she made me feel.

"Vincent, I love you," Emily whispered, her lips tracing a path down my chest.

I closed my eyes, feeling a surge of pleasure. "I love you too," I lied, knowing I didn't mean it.

But Emily didn't seem to care. She just kept touching me, kept kissing me, and I couldn't resist.

As we made love, I knew I was crossing a line. I was cheating on my mate, my partner, and I was risking everything for this affair.

But I couldn't stop myself. I was trapped in a web of my own making, and I didn't know how to escape.

Afterwards, Emily fell asleep in my arms, and I lay there, feeling guilty and ashamed. I knew I had to end it, but I didn't know how.

As I looked at Emily, I knew I had to make a choice. I had to choose between my duty to Rebecca and my passion