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I was young at the time and I didn't know any better. I met him, and he was the answer to all of my problems. It began with a flash, I answered his ad on the internet and things spiraled from there.

He bought me pretty things, expensive bags, and paid my rent and my credit card bills. I was the other woman, but I was the kept other woman. I was the mistress, the whore, or the slut that was with her husband at the condo that he rented, and wearing clothes that he had purchased for me.

It started off innocently, with small gifts while he was vying for my attention. We got together for lunch once in a while and I was shocked to hear one day that he could get me a place to live if I would like If I would be his "girlfriend" and spend time with him once in a while. It wouldn't even entail being intimate if I didn't choose to as there was much time for that in the future.

As time went on things got more and more serious I don't want to say that I was in it for the money but in a way I was. His feelings for me were stronger than mine for him. I think this always happens in relationships of this sort, someone always falls for someone in a relationship of this type. It was a couple of years into our "arrangement" when he decided that his feelings for me were more than sexual and he would like to be with me in a more permanent matter so he did what he thought was appropriate, he asked me to marry him that is, after he divorced his wife.

I mulled it over and considered the proposal because what I felt for him wasn't love, but it did have the potential to turn into love, as any relationship may. I thought about it for weeks on end until he pushed for an answer. I told him that I needed more time, and that I thought that he should figure things out with his wife first. I had no guilt for doing this, after all he was helping me, and I was helping him. I was helping to alleviate the stress of his life, of the power and the decisions that he had to face on a daily basis. It gave me more time to focus on my studies and him more time to relax, as well as something to look forward to.

Until the day I received a phone call from his wife. This was a grounding moment, listening to this woman I barely knew plead with me from the other end of the phone to move on, leave her husband alone and let them live their life. She didn't understand that it was he who initiated the relationship, he who initiated the next step, he who wanted me and needed me just as much as I depended on him financially he depended on me morally. She made me an offer that I could not refuse, and I cut all ties with him immediately.

I did the only thing that I could do take her offer, a large sum of money and leave with my soul intact, well partially...

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