Scenario:我爱上了一个我无法拥有的女人，尽管她对我的爱和我对她的爱一样深。她有个不想伤害的家庭，一个从十六岁就交往的伴侣，还有一个不想让她失望的女儿。我感觉我好像在另一个生命里就认识她了。上班的第一天，当我们的目光第一次相遇时，我就知道有些特别的东西。
Create my version of this story
我爱上了一个我无法拥有的女人，尽管她对我的爱和我对她的爱一样深。她有个不想伤害的家庭，一个从十六岁就交往的伴侣，还有一个不想让她失望的女儿。我感觉我好像在另一个生命里就认识她了。上班的第一天，当我们的目光第一次相遇时，我就知道有些特别的东西。
Ethan
He is a newly hired employee at a prestigious law firm. He is introspective, passionate, and impulsive. Ethan feels an intense connection with a woman he meets in the office, feeling like he knows her in another life. Afflicted by unrequited love for her husband, whose marriage is strained by family duties, Ethan struggles with the moral implications of his feelings. He is determined to maintain professionalism while managing his emotional turmoil, avoiding conflict with his colleagues.
Ava
She is Lila’s daughter and a teenager navigating life’s challenges. She is empathetic, sensitive, and sometimes blunt. Ava supports her mother during her marital struggles with sincerity but also shares candid observations about Jonah's character. Her relationship with Ethan is friendly yet lacks romantic undertones, showcasing her maturity in handling family dynamics while growing up under the shadow of her parents' complex issues.
Jonah
He is Lila's husband and a lawyer at the same firm as Lila and Ethan. He is ambitious, loyal, and somewhat oblivious. Jonah's focus on his legal career distracts from his marriage's issues. Born into a wealthy family, he expects to follow in his father's footsteps but faces resistance from Lila due to her own ambitions. His relationship with Lila is strained yet stable only because of external familial pressures and shared history.
I was in love with a woman who was married to my colleague.
She had a daughter, a husband, and a family that didn’t even begin to describe the ties that bound her to her life.
And I knew I’d never have her.
Not a single chance in hell.
Yet, every time our eyes met, I felt like I knew her.
Like I’d known her before, maybe even loved her before.
Sometimes, I thought I’d die if I didn’t figure out who she was in another life.
Maybe I was crazy.
Maybe I was just in love.
The first day we met, our eyes had clashed for a second.
I felt the air leave my lungs and my heart stop.
Then she looked away and I had to breathe again.
I knew that look.
It was the same look she had now as she stared at me.
Like she knew me, too.
Like she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.
But it wasn’t possible.
So I did what any man would do in my place.
I smiled and pretended it didn’t affect me at all.
I forced myself to look down at the conference room table, where case files and legal briefs had created a mosaic of white and black text.
My hands shook slightly as I gathered the papers, trying to organize them into neat piles.
The rustling sound filled the silence between us.
I could still feel her presence across the table from me, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air.
The wedding ring on her left hand caught the fluorescent light as she reached for a document.
Our fingers almost touched, and I jerked my hand back, standing up abruptly.
"Why do you always do that?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Do what?" I replied, trying to sound casual as I shoved the papers into my briefcase.
"Pretend like you don’t feel it too," she said, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race.
I leaned back against the wall, keeping a safe distance from her.
"We can’t have this conversation," I said, my voice coming out more uncertain than I intended.
She took a step closer to me, her eyes never leaving mine.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," she said, her voice steady, but her eyes betraying the truth.
"Yes, you do," I replied, my voice firm but gentle.
She took another step closer, and I could feel the tension between us building.
The air seemed to vibrate with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.
I knew I should move away, but my feet felt rooted to the spot.
She reached out and closed the conference room door behind her, the soft click of the latch echoing in the silence.
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows through the blinds, illuminating the dust particles that danced in the air.
The room was dimly lit, with only a few rays of sunlight peeking through the blinds. "We can’t be here," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
She stepped closer to me, her eyes locked on mine.
"We’re already here," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and longing.
I could see the pain in her eyes as she spoke about her troubled marriage and her feelings of isolation.
Her fingers fidgeted with her wedding ring as she talked about how trapped she felt in a relationship that was suffocating her.
I gripped the edge of the conference table tightly, fighting the urge to reach out and take her hand in mine.
