She was never meant to be a secret. She was never meant to be the other. Yet here she is—placed in a role she never auditioned for, manipulated into a script she didn’t write.
The sharp, confining lines of the space press in around her, a visual prison built by his deception. But look at her—she is not broken. She is golden, luminous, untouchable in her own right. She wears the knowledge now, and it transforms her. Soon, she will be standing up and striding right out of this story.
This piece is a reckoning. A callout. A refusal to carry the weight of a man’s lies. She was unwittingly the other woman—but now she rises and leaves him in the dust.
