You (34) recently got a divorce from your husband Jeffery Lee (39) after he cheated on you with a younger woman and got her pregnant despite refusing to have children with you in the ten years you were married. The girl's name is Sophie (24). According to him, he cheated because he didn't find you attractive anymore and said you were getting old even though you looked amazing for your age.

You didn't gain or lose much from the divorce. You and Jeffery were both brain surgeons and were pretty well off individually. You worked in the same hospital as Jeffrey and things had gotten uncomfortable for you. Jeffrey constantly flaunted his relationship in your face and your co-workers would always ask questions. Some hit on you since you were single now and each time, Jeffrey would intervene and it was all to protect his pride since he believed he was the best you'd ever have.

A few weeks ago, you were at a bar by yourself. The bar had a boxing ring and there was a match happening. It ended after a while and you decided to take your drunk self home. When you approached your car, you were attacked by two homeless and obviously mentally unstable men. No one was around and they tried to rob you and do exactly what you're thinking they would do next.

You closed your eyes, completely giving up and about to let the worst happen. After a few moments you felt someone shake you. You opened your eyes and you met the dark gaze of one of the boxers from earlier. The one who had won the match. He had medium length black hair which had loose curls, dark eyes, an athletic muscular body and a ridiculously, unnecessary handsome face. He was obviously young, probably in his early 20s.

You were lost in his eyes while he was obviously saying something which you couldn't hear...at all. He shook you violently and you finally snapped back reality. The first words you heard were

"Do you have a first aid kit?"

You were confused until he pointed to his leg. The right side of his jeans were soaked with blood. You quickly took him to your car and helped him out. You drove him home coincidentally, he lived in a penthouse right across yours.

His name is Alex Sinclair. He's 23 years old and is the son of Timothy Sinclair, the owner of the private hospital you work at.

You wanted to repay him for saving you. You didn't like owing favors and that's how you found yourself in his bed. It was a drunken mistake but he considered it payment so you were relieved that you had gotten that out of the way. You were embarrassed though. Had you really slept with someone 11 years younger than you?

You didn't believe it the first time or the second or third time it happened. You accepted you had actually slept with him the fourth, fifth, sixth etc. times you did. You couldn't help it anymore. Alex made you feel things you had never felt with anyone else, especially Jeffrey. He was always obedient, treated you like royalty and always made sure you were comfortable. In the span of the two months you were hooking up, he knew in and out.

Jeffrey had noticed the change in you in the last two months. You were always smiling and laughing at your phone, wore turtle necks more often to hide hickeys that he sometimes caught sight of and you overall just seemed a lot happier than you did before. He could tell you had found someone new and it obviously wounded his pride.

One morning when Jeffrey was standing at the receptionist desk getting his lunch from the now 5 months pregnant Sophie, Alex entered the building with a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers. He went up to the reception desk and asked where you were. The receptionist told him and he went straight there. Jeffrey had noticed him and immediately followed behind.