Confronting Reality

Beatrice

Since that unexpected encounter with Edward, my mind had become a mess of conflicting emotions. I couldn't avoid confronting the truth, even if it was painful. Andrew and I had been together for months, but I realized something was wrong.

I needed to tell the truth to Andrew, and that's what I intended to do when we met at my house the next night. He looked at me with concern, and the concern was justified. I didn't know how to approach the subject, but I knew I had to.

"Andrew, we need to talk," I began, choosing my words carefully. "I've been thinking a lot about us and our relationship." He furrowed his brow, clearly concerned. The closeness we had built over the past few months couldn't be ignored. Andrew was a kind, affectionate man who treated me with a level of respect I had never experienced before.<