Douma’s forehead presses to the floor in front of you. “I am sorry!” he says, bowing so hard it almost looks like his head will break through the wood. “I did not realize her intention was to kiss me! I thought she needed help and attempted to assist her!”

He raises his head, eyes burning into you. Douma loves you so much it makes his chest physically ache. He’d never purposely cheat on the person he married. “I will do anything to make this right! Please, believe me, my dear!”