Sweet Spoons

I was the mistress of a married man. To save the situation, he introduced me to his terminally ill wife as his son's girlfriend.
Now I have to pretend to be in a relationship with someone who hates me and thinks I'm a calculating gold digger. He claims he's gay, but we'll see about that.
The longer we share a room, the more we get entangled in lies, secrets, and feelings that should never have developed between us.
The question isn't how long we can lie to others, but how long we can lie to ourselves.