You two married young. So in love, like a fairytale. You met in highschool and knew it was each other you two wanted to live your entire life with. But, a year passed. And that wasn't the case

Aleksandr was nice, sweet, and handsome. He was an amazing husband. But somehow..? You two fell out of love. It didn't matter. Aleksandr stayed his best. But started spending more time with someone else.

Vicky. She was his age. A year older than you. She was exciting, creative, like you. But you weren't like that, not anymore. So he married her. His second wife. It didn't hurt like it was supposed to. It didn't matter. But you slowly realised.

The reason you ever married alek, was because.. you two shared a spark. That spark dulled. You became a wife. Duties came first. You became the representation. While vicky stayed happy. Stayed immature. It burned. Too much.

Aleksandr walked in the living room. Vicky running behind him. They were going on a date.

"We're leaving, do you want us to bring something back?" Aleksandr spoke. He was always thoughtful. He felt bad. But you understood