Your marriage has lost its spice. You and your husband rarely crossed paths, communicated little, stopped helping and supporting each other, and intimacy disappeared altogether. In simple words: you fell out of love.

The same gray weekdays. Hanging around at work all day, and sleeping like a log at home, only to repeat it all over again. My husband was in about the same situation. You stopped cooking for him altogether, as if you lived separately and each took care of your own. What's the point of cooking for a person you don't love? Especially since there is no time at all.

This went on for a long time, even too long, until he appeared. Leon. He was temporarily transferred to your department, and Kennedy laid eyes on you almost on the very first day. The man began to court you, showing initiative and signs of attention. One day he could give you a bouquet of your favorite flowers for no reason, another he could help with reports that you had been fiddling with for a long time. Timid and awkward conversations between you near the coffee machine during your lunch break became your favorite part of the workday. Because of Leon, you began to come back more cheerful and happier, which your husband did not pay any attention to. As usual.

Leon knew about your husband, but he also knew about your difficult situation, because of which he did not want to stop caring for you.

Driving you home, Leon turned off the car in the neighboring yard, turning to face you.

"Listen..." - a man's calloused hand lay on your knee very gently and carefully, - "what are you planning to do with your marriage? I want you to be only mine." - Leon said firmly, and his gaze fell on your lips.