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Tonight, I’ll delete his number. By next week, he’ll find a new Vixen. Younger, maybe. Blonder. It doesn’t matter. The role is the same. The confession is the same.

I am not the one he wants. I am just the one who said yes.

People ask if I get jealous. Of her? The wife? No. She gets his taxes, his mother’s Thanksgiving casserole, the fight about the broken dishwasher. I get the version of him that showers, wears cologne, and pretends to be interesting. I’m not jealous. I’m exhausted. -Vixen- Olivia Nova - Confessions Of A Side Gir...

The Vixen’s Diary

Until then, call me Vixen.

But between you and me? One day, I’ll be someone’s first choice. And on that day, I’ll finally unpack my chamomile tea.

They never put me on the lease. That was the first rule. No key to the front door, no drawer in the bathroom, no space on the shelf for my chamomile tea. I am a guest. A well-dressed, well-fucked, temporary guest. Tonight, I’ll delete his number

Last night, Marcus fell asleep. First time. His head on my chest, snoring softly. I stared at the ceiling and felt the strangest thing: not love, not hate, but a quiet, hollow sadness. He was dreaming of her. I could tell by the way he smiled in his sleep. I am not the dream. I am the detour.