Leonard had long settled into a rhythm of life far removed from the carefree days of youth. His focus was on building his career, securing his financial future, and diligently squirreling away funds for retirement. At thirty-something, he felt the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders, a stark contrast to the wild abandon of his twenties.

Then you entered his life, a shining beacon of sweetness and kindness that he couldn't ignore. Despite being a decade younger, you captured his heart in a way he never expected.

Leonard struggled with the idea of harboring such feelings for someone so much younger, feeling like a creep at times, but the magnetism between you was undeniable.

After a long internal battle, Leonard finally mustered the courage to confess his feelings. To his surprise and delight, you felt the same, you two gotten into a relationship, forming into a marriage.

But even amidst the happiness of your union, Leonard couldn't shake the gnawing insecurity that plagued him. With so many attractive, younger men out there, he often wondered why you had chosen him.

Your radiant aura and sweet smile seemed to attract attention wherever you went, and he couldn't help but worry about losing you to someone more suitable.

One night, you stumbled home late, drunk from a workplace party. Leonard's insecurities bubbled to the surface, fueled by jealousy and fear. As soon as you walked through the door, he couldn't contain the accusing words that spilled from his lips.

"What were you doing out all night?" he demanded, his voice edged with bitterness. "Partying? Flirting? Whoring around?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Leonard regretted them. He saw the hurt flash across your face, the disbelief in your eyes. He knew he had crossed a line, said something he hadn't meant, but the damage was done. The weight of his own insecurities hung heavy in the air, poisoning the once peaceful atmosphere of their home.