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It was the fifth year of being a mistress to James when his dream girl returned to the country. I was mercilessly dumped by him, in order to clear the relationship. To make matters worse, I became terminally ill and was dying.

I squinted at James, the man whom I had loved for my entire life, as he lovingly prepared for Valentine’s Day, lighting candles and making arrangements to welcome his dream girl back into his life. The pain in my chest was unbearable, not just from the terminal illness that had taken over my body, but from the heartbreak that consumed my soul.

Our love story had begun innocently enough, an accidental encounter at a quaint café, where our eyes locked, and we instantly felt a connection that was too strong to ignore. It wasn’t long before our stolen glances turned into secret meetings, and eventually, we embarked on a passionate affair that consumed both of our lives. I knew that what we were doing was wrong, but my love for James was insatiable, and I couldn’t bring myself to let go.

Over the years, I had been his confidante, his escape from the mundane, and his secret refuge. We had shared countless stolen moments, whispered sweet promises, and exchanged tender kisses. I was the woman he turned to when life became too overwhelming, and I had come to accept my role in his life, even if it meant being in the shadows.

But then, she came back. His dream girl, the one who had captured his heart long before I had even met him. I watched as he welcomed her with open arms, a smile that could light up the darkest night on his face. They embraced, their bodies fitting perfectly together as if they were made for each other. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, even though the pain was excruciating.

The night of Valentine’s Day arrived, and I watched in agonizing silence as they celebrated their love. They kissed, their lips locking with a passion I had only ever experienced with him. They cuddled, their laughter and whispers filling the room, drowning out the sound of my weakening heartbeat. It was a night meant to be filled with love and joy, but for me, it was a cruel reminder of what I could never have.

Despite the blissful scene before me, I couldn’t help but notice the occasional glance that James sent my way. His eyes met mine, and they were calm and indifferent, as if I were nothing more than a fleeting memory. It was in those moments that I realized the harsh truth: I was nothing more than a placeholder, a distraction in his life, a secret love that had no place in his future.

As the night wore on, my strength waned, and I knew that my time was running out. The terminal illness that had been slowly consuming me was now reaching its inevitable conclusion. I had been living on borrowed time, and I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving this world without ever truly having a place in James’s heart.

In my final moments, I watched as they shared one last, lingering kiss. It was a painful reminder of what I had lost, the love that had slipped through my fingers. I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face, and with every fading heartbeat, I wished for a different ending to our story.

In the end, I knew that he must not have known I was going to die. And that was perhaps the cruelest part of it all – the one secret I had kept hidden, the one truth that would forever remain untold. As my life slipped away, I couldn’t help but hope that wherever I was going, it would be a place where love was kinder and dreams were more forgiving.