The Only Reason a Younger Woman Would Stay With an Older Man After He Cheats: Part 2

The Only Reason a Younger Woman Would Stay With an Older Man After He Cheats: Part 2I had never been so hurt. I really didn’t want to hear why Derrick—my rich, older fiancé—didn’t tell me that he was mar­ried, and that I had just been the mis­tress all along. But I loved this man, and I had to least lis­ten to what he had to say, for my own piece of mind if noth­ing else.

Also see: The Only Rea­son a Younger Woman Would Stay With an Older Man After He Cheats: Part 1

I’m not tech­ni­cally mar­ried, Cassie,” he said.

I told him that I had seen all the text mes­sages, and that it was time to stop lying. “You mar­ried her years ago, so make it work. For­get about me, she’s your future now.”

Der­rick grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards him. I was in tears. He took my face in his hands and forced me to look at him. He explained that they were legally sep­a­rated and that had she never signed the divorce papers. He had called her while she was in town on busi­ness to per­suade her to sign the doc­u­ments because he wanted to marry me.

He also told me that she was the one that per­suaded him to sleep with her. “She was my life once, I owe her that much to try,” he told me. “But I don’t want to lose you. I still want to be with you. Stay here; enjoy this life I built for you, for us.”

All I could do was shake my head in dis­ap­proval. There was still more. He con­tin­ued, “The truth is, I don’t have a prenup, and if I leave her, she will take every­thing. I have to stay so that she can see for her­self that it will never work between us. Then she’ll sign the papers her­self. And when she leaves, I’ll be all yours.”

We spoke for hours about why I couldn’t stay, why I didn’t want to be part of all this. He told me that after I left his office that day I met his wife for the first time, he took a vaca­tion from work so that he could stay at the house and wait for me to come back, even if it was just to get my stuff.

Der­rick always knew exactly what to say, and how to touch me—he knew how to con­vince me that we belonged together. I agreed to stay. I loved him, and I knew I wasn’t ready to walk away from this just yet.

We were lying in bed after we pas­sion­ately made up. I looked him straight in the eye and said, “You have one year to leave her. If in that time she doesn’t sign the papers, you need to make a choice—me or her.” And with those words, I had just become his mistress.