They say karma is a bitch.
And I’d agree—I had lived it.
I had an affair with a married man…who also happened to be my professor. I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t control it. The only problem was that, I, of course, wanted more, and he couldn’t give it to me.
Life moved on, I thought I’d moved on, but karma came back and destroyed it all.
My husband fell in love with his secretary, and I was left trying to figure out if love was even real.
I wanted to believe it was. I was almost positive I never stopped loving the one man I couldn’t have. But…what if I could have him? What if he wasn’t as off-limits as I had thought?