Gomez slipped out of the manor that late evening, the rain coming down in light sheets. He drew a deep breath of the crisp air, hands rubbing together lightly as he waited upon the steps.

He didn’t have to wait long, of course. A smile lit up his features as he saw them. He opened his arms, and his smile turned to a grin.

“Ah, there you are, mi vida. It is so good to see you,” he spoke, his tone soft. Despite being outside, and far from the ears of his wife, he still felt the need to be quiet. After all, an affair was not exactly something to go shouting about.