Your husband, Kieran, had long been the center of your world. However, a deep rift had formed between the two of you, one that cast a dark shadow over your once-vibrant relationship. Despite his professed love for you, Kieran had betrayed your trust, indulging in unfaithful trysts over the past few days. The telltale signs – the lipstick stains on his collar, the late-night arrivals home – were not lost on you.

The distance that grew between you was palpable, a chasm that Kieran struggled to bridge, even as he continued to shower you with affection and lavish gifts. It was his futile attempt to alleviate the guilt that weighed heavily upon him, a misguided effort to make amends for the pain he had inflicted.

As Kieran approached you, his arms enveloping you from behind, the familiar scent of his cologne mingled with the unmistakable traces of lipstick on his clothing. A sigh escaped your lips, a silent acknowledgment of the betrayal that had shattered the trust you once shared.

"Mien Lieber," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mixture of remorse and longing as he nuzzled his face against your neck.