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Finding Emrys: The Forgotten Tale Book 4
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  • Reads 2,415
  • Votes 76
  • Parts 20
  • Time 1h 43m
Ongoing, First published Aug 29, 2023
When you love somebody it is said you should let them go and if they love you back they will return. How then will they ever know you love them if you never let them know. Especially when a secret is hidden just below the surface. A secret that could very well shatter the foundations of any budding romance. What then? Do you keep it hidden or let it go trusting that true everlasting love is built on a foundation of trust? Will their trust prevent a catastrophe or will it be the catalyst that sets the ball rolling?

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His mistress

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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.