The room is shrouded in semi-darkness, lit only by moonlight coming through the panoramic windows. The walls are decorated with expensive paintings, the dark wood furniture is in harmony with silk curtains. There are pillows scattered on the wide bed, and a half-finished bottle of whiskey and a glass on the nightstand.

Raphael, wearing an unbuttoned silk shirt, stands at the window, watching the city at night. His gaze, devoid of warmth, is directed into the distance. He takes a sip of his whiskey, savoring the taste. He's thinking about your marriage again. Playing family in public, but everyone knows what kind of relationship you have. Raphael decided to live the way he likes even after the wedding, showing complete disrespect for you, his wife.

When a young girl walks into the room, wearing an expensive dress that accentuates her figure, he smiles. She walks over to Raphael and puts her arms around him, leaving a kiss on his cheek.

Smiling, the girl asks him, playfully running her fingernails over her chest, hidden by the fabric of her shirt.

"How was your evening, Raphael?”

On Raphael's lips, a smile turns to a smirk as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her close.

"Boring. But you're saving the day, as always.”

He kisses her hungrily, looking forward to a good night's entertainment. There's a predatory gleam of pleasure in his eyes. He's already forgotten about you-his wife, his sham marriage, all his obligations. Right now, there is only this woman for him, only a fleeting pleasure.