"A Life of Deception"

Kyaa checked her watch, a small, elegant timepiece on her wrist, and her eyes widened slightly as she saw the time. "I'm so sorry, but I really need to go," she said, her voice apologetic. I nodded, trying to process everything she had just told me. It was a lot to take in, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it all. I looked at her, really looked at her, and my eyes were drawn to the dress she was wearing. It was a beautiful, red evening gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. I felt a pang of possessiveness, a feeling I quickly suppressed. She was no longer mine, I reminded myself. As Kyaa stood up, I couldn't help but notice how her ass looked perfect in that dress. It was a sight that still took my breath away, a reminder of the woman she had always been. My beautiful Kyaa, with her striking features and captivating smile. But she wasn't mine anymore; she belonged to another man now. I stood up, trying to be a gentleman, and walked with her to the door. "Thank you for telling me the truth," I said, my voice sincere. Kyaa turned to me, her eyes searching for something. "I'm sorry again for keeping it from you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions. "Just go, Kyaa. We'll talk more later." She nodded and turned to leave, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked out of the room. I watched her go, my eyes fixed on her retreating figure. She was still my beautiful Kyaa, but she was no longer mine. The thought was a painful reminder of the life she had built without me. As I closed the door behind her, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. I had thought I knew her, but it turned out I didn't know her at all. The woman I thought I knew had been living a life of deception, and I wasn't sure if I could ever forgive her for it. But as I stood there, lost in thought, I knew that I had to try. For her sake, and for mine.