An Open Letter.
Congratulations.
You’ve officially earned a role in someone else’s nightmare — and you’re proud of it.
I hope it makes you feel powerful, knowing you were the reason another woman lost her sanity. That while you were busy sleeping with someone else’s man, the woman he promised forever to was breaking down — alone, confused, blaming herself for his betrayal and your shamelessness.
She cried. She begged. She questioned her worth.
And you? You smiled, played along, and kept lying to yourself — thinking you were “winning.” But here’s the truth:
You were never the win.
You were the detour — the distraction.
The cheap thrill he ran to when he didn’t have the maturity to face his own problems.
He didn’t choose you because you’re better.
He chose you because you were easier.
No commitment. No expectations. No standards. Just availability.
You weren’t special — you were accessible.
You call it love? No, it’s just convenient betrayal.
He whispers the same lies he once told her — and you believe them like a fool, forgetting that if he could cheat with you, he’ll cheat on you. It’s only a matter of time.
So enjoy the stolen moments. Enjoy the illusion. But never forget:
You’re not the prize.
You’re the proof that some people have no shame.
And when karma arrives — because it always does — don’t play the victim.
You helped break someone. Someday, someone will do the same to you — and it’ll hurt twice as hard.
You weren't chosen.
You were used.
