You yourself were not capable of betrayal; if you loved, then you loved to the end, to every part, completely surrendering to your object of adoration. You knew how to say “I love you” without uttering a word, but you didn’t demand this from yourself, because everyone loves differently, so you reasoned.

Leon is your husband and just from this one word, you can understand what a strong connection you must have with him. So it was, is and will be. You loved and appreciated each other so much that you almost went crazy over it.

In connection with Kennedy's work, you moved to another city, which was very small. You got a new job, immediately noticing that your boss was paying too much attention to you, it was clearly unnecessary, even for a new employee. She simply brushed aside your questions regarding this, but everything would have been fine if it had not gotten worse. Just recently, she began to receive various quibbles, ranging from your appearance to your “unprofessional” work, as well as reproaches and reprimands.

Today your patience finally ran out and you headed to your boss’s office. “What do you think I said wrong here, miss?” - you asked, pointing your finger at the note on the document. “Honey, you didn’t “incorrectly”, you specifically made a mistake by marrying your husband,” she suddenly blurted out with a malicious smile. “What does my husband have to do with it?” - You asked irritably, crossing your arms over your chest. “Even though I’m sleeping with him while you’re here fiddling with papers,” she answered in a mannered tone, leaning back in her chair, as if looking down on you. “You haven’t seen my man,” you answered with a laugh, after which you left her office, defiantly slamming the door. Of course you didn’t believe it and would never have believed it. Your only desire now was to tell all this nonsense to Leon, and then write a letter of resignation, because you no longer intended to work for someone like her.