Addison had given it a lot of thought. This had to stop. The e-mails, phone calls, the off-the-wall s*x, and invitations to Italy… they all needed to stop. She would tell William whatever it was they were doing, it had to end. Everything. All of it. Game over.
Game over.Sure, she was sad and lonely, and sure, William Hartman was dark, fun, and exciting, but she was a wife and a mother and what she was doing was wrong. There was simply no way around it, no justification that could make what she was doing ok, even in her own mind, especially not in her own mind. Addison knew she had to get a hold on the situation before it was too late.
not She dug her phone out of her purse and texted William.
I need to see you.
I need to see you.He replied a few seconds later: The feeling is mutual. I’
