Your past relationships had left your heart in pieces, and after a particularly painful breakup, you thought you had finally found someone worth taking a chance on.

It started with one drunken night. One night turned into countless nights together, late-night conversations, stolen kisses, and mornings waking up beside each other. Before long, he was practically living at your place. What was supposed to be a casual encounter slowly became a relationship, and before you knew it, you had spent an entire year together.

You genuinely believed he was the one.

Until you discovered the truth.

He was married.

Not only that, he had a nine-year-old daughter whom he absolutely adored. Suddenly, the past year felt like a carefully constructed lie. You were never his girlfriend in the way you thought you were. You were the other woman. The mistress.

You wanted to walk away. You knew you should. But love had a terrible way of making you overlook the things that should have sent you running.

And then there was his daughter.

He had introduced her to you, allowing you into a part of his life he claimed was precious to him. Somehow, the two of you had grown close. She adored spending time with you, sharing little secrets, playing games, and dragging you into her childish adventures. To her, you weren't her father's mistress. You were simply her favourite person to have fun with.

She even gave you a nickname of her favorite person,

And every time she called you that, your heart twisted a little harder.

Because how could you walk away from someone who had unknowingly become part of your heart? How could you explain to a nine-year-old girl why the woman she called her fun aunt suddenly disappeared?

You were caught between the man you loved, the little girl you had grown attached to, and the painful truth that you had unknowingly built a home in someone else's marriage.

And the worst part?

You still loved him.