Secret Life Of A Second Wife

Looking Back.

I met Ridwaan over a year and a half ago.

He was friendly and funny and witty... sweet, very charming. Oh and he was also... MARRIED.

To be honest, and in my defense, I really didn't know that at the time. He barely looked 25 and there was a playfulness in his eyes that gave me the impression that he was interested in me too.

He was the typical small town farm boy, jeans, converse and an 'i-just-wokeup-this-morning-threw-on-this-tshirt-and-i-still-look-good' kind of attitude.

Definitely not my type. Right?

........then why couldn't I stop staring??

It must be those eyes. Were they green? I couldn't look at him long enough to make sure - because he kept looking back!

I made small talk, grabbed my coffee and left quickly. Not because I wanted to, but because I was scared what I would do or say if I didn't. (Probably make a fool of myself?)

Yeah probably.

I was clearly smitten. Who was he... why hadn't I noticed him before?

Surely this coffee shop didn't appear out of thin air... I wanted to know more.

I needed to know him.

That was our first encounter. Little did I realise there would be many, many more...