Let's have a look at life for Lori

Lori sat at the desk in her hotel room, staring at the page in front of her. She had just finished writing the first letter to Jake, and she felt a strange sense of relief. It was as if she had finally admitted to herself what was happening between her and Richard.

She glanced over at Richard, who was sitting in a chair by the window, sipping a glass of wine. He looked up at her and smiled, his eyes twinkling in the dim light.

"How did it go?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Lori hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "It was okay, I guess. I just miss Jake and the kids, you know?"

Richard nodded sympathetically. "Of course. But you're doing great. You're a natural at this."

Lori blushed at the compliment. "Thanks. I just hope Jake doesn't get the wrong idea."

Richard chuckled. "Don't worry about Jake. He'll understand. Besides, it's not like we're doing anything wrong."

Lori looked down at her hands, which were trembling slightly. "I know. It's just...I don't know. I feel like I'm losing myself."

Richard leaned forward, his eyes locked on hers. "You're not losing yourself. You're finding yourself. You're discovering who you really are, and what you really want."

Lori felt a shiver run down her spine as Richardspoke. She couldn't deny the truth in his words.

"But what about Jake?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Richard sighed. "Lori, you can't live your life for Jake. You have to live it for yourself. You have to do what makes you happy."

Lori nodded slowly, her mind racing. She knew Richardwas right, but she couldn't shake off the guilt that was gnawing at her.

As the night wore on, Lori found herself drawn to Richard magnetic personality. She couldn't resist the pull of his charm, his wit, his confidence. And before she knew it, they were standing in front of each other, their bodies pressed together, their lips locked in a passionate kiss.

Lori felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins as Richard's hands roamed over her body. She wanted him, she needed him. And for the first time in her life, she didn't care about the consequences.

As they lay in bed together, their bodies entwined, Lori couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation. She had never felt so alive, so free.

But as the dawn broke, and the reality of what had happened sank in, Lori felt a pang of regret. She had betrayed Jake, she had betrayed herself.

As she sat down to write the second letter to Jake, Lori couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She knew she had to tell him the truth, but she didn't know how.

She glanced over at Richard, who was still asleep, his body splayed out on the bed. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him, but she knew it was wrong.

As she picked up her pen and began to write, Lori couldn't shake off the feeling that she was about to embark on a dangerous journey. A journey that would test her loyalty, her love, and her very identity.