It started off simple. A simple request. Have a threesome with me and my fiancé. Sure, why not? Sound like fun. I was not supposed to fall for the situation. I was not supposed to love the three of us together. I was not supposed to want more. I definitely didn’t mean to fall in love with HIM. To have sex with him without her. To say those words, to whisper those thought aloud. You were not supposed to tell me you wished it was me not her that was in your bed. That I was your woman when you could not be my man. We didn’t mean to go that far. Nor did I mean to get pregnant and lose our child in a miscarriage a month and a half later. I named the baby Bryd. I lost you and our child within the same month and you don’t even know. I haven’t told you and I’m so sorry. You’re never gonna know what I went through. You’re never gonna know the pain you caused me having to keep that from you because of her and your child with her. I am not one to be jealous or envious but when I see her and your child with her I want to cry for I that could have been me. I was not supposed to fall in love with you. I was not supposed to get pregnant and for both these things I’m truly sorry for we can never be together no matter how much I dream of it.