“You heard me, he’s a sitting United States Senator. Why stay married? Why not divorce his wife and marry Francesca? The woman was beautiful, graceful, smart, and based on the brand new S-Class Mercedes she drove to the bank, Francesca wasn’t poor. Never in her wildest imaginations had she heard anything like this. Stunned, Faith snapped her mouth shut and sat back in her seat. Don’t get me wrong, we’re not best friends but if something comes up with … him, like he gets sick or needs me, she’ll call me and make sure I’m there with him.” We’ve taken trips together and all get along. His wife is aware of our relationship, she’s been in long term relationships with other men as well. I met him not long after I graduated from grad school and had returned from an internship in France. “We’ve been in a relationship for 17 years. To cheat with another woman’s husband… that wasn’t done. They believed in honesty and loyalty above all else. The women in their sorority didn’t poach, didn’t need to. Faith wasn’t sure if she should react to the words or the pain.įaith couldn’t hide the shock and jerked as if slapped. Instead of joy, happiness and all the other adjectives Faith would ascribe to a person in love, Francesca’s gaze was filled with sorrow and pain. “I’m madly, irrevocably in love.” She opened her eyes and met Faith’s gaze. Just never thought.” She straightened, closed her eyes and took another deep breath.
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