He was married. My mate was married to another woman and that woman wasn't me. After being rejected for the simple fact that my much older mate was already married to a woman that wasn't me, I had no other option but to back down, wave my white flag and retreat. He had a beautiful son and was already happily married to another beautiful red haired woman with far more curves than I did. Rejecting me was painful already but to hand me over like a sacrificial item was much more crueler than what I had thought he was capable of. While he was busy building a perfect life for himself and his wife, I was here burning in the depths of hell as my body was slowly killing me when my mate was with another woman. Life continued to spiral out of control. That was until I met my second chance mate. I didn't think I would ever have a second chance mate, especially right after I was rejected by my first. But goods thing must always come to an end.