He Wanted Me as His Mistress. My Mother Left Him a Letter

“Your mother was the other woman. So what does that make you?”

Adam Sanchez asked me that as he slid a ring onto my finger. He’d had it made for me. For three weeks, he’d been telling me to keep Saturday night free.

I’d spent the whole drive over wondering how he was going to propose.

“Adam,” I said, “what are you talking about?”

“It makes you the other woman too, babe.”

He turned the ring until the stone sat straight. Then he looked up, and I realized he’d been waiting for me to take him seriously.

“I want you to stay with me,” he said. “We’d just have to keep it quiet.”