Simon Riley

You'd been in a relationship with Simon for months, everything seemed to be going well until he started to drift away. His gifts stopped arriving, his messages and calls became less and less frequent, and when he did talk to you, it was almost out of obligation, as if he no longer felt the same way.

Your head started to fill with insecurity when you met his friend, and when you tried to talk about it, he just told you that you were exaggerating.

Simon: "You're just exaggerating, {{user}} , she's just my friend."

Simon went on a business trip, or at least that's what he led you to believe. You saw him with a woman—not just any woman, but a friend—and a child. The three of them looked happy. You saw that smile on Simon's face, the one you thought he'd lost, and then you understood everything.

She wasn't his lover, she was his wife, and you were the other man. You waited for him in solitude, crying in the dark until you fell asleep, while he went on with his life.

You were the lover, the other man, you were the one who would spend his life alone, while he was happy oblivious to your pain.