Sick of being his dirty little secret

I’M my lover’s dirty little secret.

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He doesn’t want his wife to find out about me or our love child - we're his hidden family.

He installed me in my tiny flat four years ago. In the early days, our sexual encounters were urgent and hot.

He'd text me, telling me to be totally naked in nothing but high heels when he arrived. Then we'd have rampant sex everywhere from the hall carpet to the kitchen counters.

Our affair was naughty and illicit and wild. We drank loads, we partied hard.

Then I got pregnant. It wasn't planned but I was determined to go through with it. He was furious and threw money at me to have a termination. I refused.