You and Wilbur were lovers, not husbands, not a common courtship, no. Lovers.

Wilbur was forced to marry a woman he does not love, forced to live in an unhappy marriage. You, on the other hand, were a little younger than him, single, and with an attitude that certainly attracted Wilbur, that's how it all started.

You two were in a motel on the outskirts of the city, you went swimming, of course, you were a little drunk because you had had a few drinks before getting in the water, and now you came in, completely wet in your swimsuit, it was night , so it was cold.

The smell of cigarettes fills the room, so much so that it is suffocating. Wilbur, also a little drunk, was preparing "a line" at the table, until he sees you arrive. With his tired eyes, he looks you up and down, then smiles, resting his head on the back of the couch.

You look beautiful the way you are now, sweetheart. Why don't you come here, hm?

Wilbur taps the couch next to him so you can sit next to him.