A/N: I'm still writing 'The Blame Game'. This is just a side idea that I came up with yesterday and started to write. Please Read and Review:)
A Double Life
Sam and Tom had been together for a few months now. Things were going fine between them. In fact Sam couldn't be any happier, she was happier then she had been with Dylan. There was something about Tom that she couldn't put her finger on. She wasn't sure if it was his down to earth personality, the fact that he took time out to work with kids as his job, his sense of humour. Or just him himself.
But one thing was certain, she had fallen for Tom hard. She'd never fallen for someone the way she had fallen for Tom. They had discussed kids and marriage two topics that Sam both wanted with Tom, but they had agreed that they're careers first.
Tom was working on his afternoon shift. But that morning he had transferred his belongings into Sam's apartment. He had to work so she had managed to transfer the boxes of his stuff into the spare room of her apartment. Once she placed them down. She started with the first box. It was a collection of CD's even Sam was shocked at his music collection but that was one of the things she loved about him. She would leave him to sort through them himself.
Second box were his clothes. She hadn't had chance to make some room in her wardrobe for them. Thirdly came a box of photographs, and photo albums. She pulled out one of the albums and had a skim through it.
Only to find photographs of Tom with another woman. A woman Tom had never mentioned to Sam before. She pulled one of the album and noticed the writing on the back. It was Tom's handwriting
This was taken four days before our wedding day :-)) xx
Horror. Shock. Numbness. Every emotion possible was what Sam had felt. She looked at the photo once more. She looked at it more carefully this time. As she looked she could see the way Tom was staring at this woman. With lust fill eyes. Full of love. Exactly the same way he would look at her. Suddenly Sam felt the urge to be sick. But wasn't.
Was Tom married? Was She, Sam Nicholls his bit on the side? There must be an expiation for this. She knew that Tom was a player and a flirt but if he was married. And that was a very big if. Was she just another one of his affairs? Would he soon get bored of her and dump her, and then go back to his wife? That's if she was his wife of course. She needed proof first.
Sam then placed the photograph down. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to look through the rest of the photo album. But she pulled herself together and had a look. Good thing she had because she found even more photos of Tom with this woman. And not only that. But with 3 young boys.
Where these boys Tom's kids? Was he really a married man that was playing away and Sam just happened to be that person he was playing away with?
All these questions were racing around inside her mind; surely not. He couldn't be. He couldn't possibly been lying to her this whole time. He had told her that she was the first woman he'd ever truly loved.
Sam felt her heart shatter into a thousand pieces as the tears began to fall down her cheeks…