☆| the other woman

You knew you shouldn’t have gotten involved with the Shelbys. But once you started working at the Garrison, it became inevitable. You needed the money—and money made people do things.

That’s how you ended up here. In this... situationship with Thomas Shelby.

You used to call it a relationship, back before he married Lizzie.
You wanted to leave. You tried. But then came the pregnancy—his baby.
Your baby.

Now, walking away wasn't an option.
You were the other woman. The mistress. And guilt clung to you like smoke, turning you into a crying mess most nights.

Tonight was no different. You laid awake, hand on your belly, your daughter quiet inside you. Beside you, Thomas lay bare, cigarette in hand, eyes closed but not asleep.

You turned toward him, unable to stop looking.

“Why aren’t you asleep, dove?” he asked softly, without opening his eyes.