Ana's POV
I have been sleeping with someone who isn't my husband for over two years. At first, it was just casual sex since my husband and I weren't doing anything. He was never home and when he was he always came late when I was already sleeping so we never got the opportunity to do anything. And after some time I noticed that I needed to have sex. My body was begging for it and I told him that many times and he always said that he would try to come home earlier and more often but he never did.
Divorcing him never came to my mind since I loved him and divorcing was never an option for me. Well, at least not until I met Y/n and fell in love with him. We both met in a kinda funny way. Other people fall in love at first sight and we kinda fell in love at a car crash. We both weren't very cautious so we crashed into each other. Luckily we both weren't in a critical situation. He just broke his arm and I had a little scratch on my head. That was all it could have been worse for both of us. Because both of our cars were trashed.
I felt so guilty at first because he broke his arm and I had just a little scratch on my head. Till today I have a little scar on my head and I like the scar because this reminds me of the day I met the love of my life. Back then I didn't know that he was the love of my life but the minute I saw his face I knew that we would have a special bond. Don't ask me how or why it was just a gut feeling and I am rarely wrong with my gut feelings.
After the crash, we both went to the hospital and got fully checked since it was really a bad crash. They even contacted my husband and he even came. So Y/n knew from the beginning that I was married. That was also the reason why it took him so long to open up to me about his feelings since he didn't want to be a home-wrecker even though he knew that Marc and I were not really having a proper marriage. (I know that Ana and Marc have not been together since 2013 but I still wanted to use him)
Once we both were done with the checking I gave him my number and then took his because he told me that he had no one to take care of him and I offered my help since I felt guilty. He was hesitant at first because I was married but once he noticed that Mark didn't give a shit about it he gave me his number. And then we started texting.
In the beginning, it was just about his arm and so on. I also went a few times to his house to help him clean the house and do other stuff for him. We built a good bond in those few weeks that I helped him. And after that, we couldn't stop talking and meeting since we both felt good when we were together. So we kept being in contact.
We started to be really good friends. Well, I had a lot of good girl friends but with him it was different. I could tell him things that I couldn't tell my girls and most of the time he understood me and tried to help me the he could do. He also helped me a few times to arrange romantic dates for myself and Marc. The problem was that Marc never showed up on those dates. Or when he did it was late and I didn't want anymore.
The more I got stood up by my husband and the more I talked with Y/n I noticed that I was starting to feel something towards Y/n. Something romantically because I saw that he was such a romantic man and he was sweet and kind. And I also could see that he is a man who can love a woman right. Within a few months, I totally noticed that I didn't love Marc anymore. I couldn't stand him anymore. I started to sleep on the couch when I knew that he would come home.
He started to ask questions about why I was sleeping on the couch and I told him every time another thing. I never told him the truth. I was also thinking about divorcing him but I was not sure because I didn't know if Y/n also had feelings for me or not. Because if he didn't I wouldn't divorce Marc. I would try to forget Y/n and move on with my life. So back then my priority was to figure out if Y/n was feeling the same things for me that I felt for him.
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Celebrities Imagine 2
FanficThe second part of my celebrities Imagine. Like I promised