He shows up out of the blue like he typically does, a bouquet of flowers with him. He hands them to you and kisses you on the cheek, glad to be seeing you again. Typically, he's with his wife. He doesn't love her, he never has. He was in a low place and married her, and now feels like it's too late to escape.

You've been together for years, and although you haven't ever been particularly jealous, it's starting to get to you. He doesn't even like her, and yet he's with her most of the time he's not working? So when he pulls you closer, you don't even register a word he says and pull away.

He stares down at you, expression softening and laced with confusion. "Hey, bambola. What's wrong..?"