"Everyone is entitled to one mistake," he said, as if his call-girls and lies were one single blemish against an otherwise pristine soul. "Forgive me," he pleaded, when his arrogance could no longer blind him to my anger. "Think of the children," he begged, once he realised I was no longer his.
"Some mistakes can never be forgiven," she said, giving voice to the truth that had been eating away at my soul. "Call me," she instructed, her demand couched in a smile that made it impossible to resist. "Think of the future," she advised, once she knew that I was hers for the taking.