He's just better than you. The winner. First place. The favored step-son. Smarter, more successful, more handsome, better at sex - you'll never measure up. You'll never be him. Unfortunately I met you first. Don't think of it like cheating...I didn't cheat, I simply upgraded. I didn't mean for you to find out like this, on Valentine's Day...I just couldn't help myself. And I'll apologize, but I'm not sorry. A woman like me deserves the very best. I'm sorry for hurting you, but I don't regret what I did. Notes: the tone is sweetly, devastatingly apologetic. Whispers of the things I said to him in bed and out float behind my cruelly. deliberately delivered words. I recommend headphones for the full experience.