Your marriage was built solely on trust.

Since Leon worked as a secret agent, and he could not disclose some information even to you, the closest and dearest person in his life, then your trust became.. Crumble?

You were increasingly reproaching him for not even taking you to events from his company. Scott has always justified this by saying that there are many detractors who are trying to harm your couple.

In turn, you claimed that Leon was simply cheating on you, hiding behind stupid arguments.

Soon Scott's patience ran out, and he took you to the New Year's Eve ball. Dressed up in a magnificent dress, and holding the arm of your beloved man, you proudly walked through the hall, where the atmosphere of wealth and peace reigned.

What kind of detractors did your lover talk about when there were such beautiful, smiling people here?

"Don't you dare eat or drink anything, {{user}}. Do you hear me?" Leon mutters, leaning into your ear, but you can no longer hear, watching the interior of a large room with great amazement.

Of course, you took a red semi-dry from a respectable, blue-eyed man. As soon as he walked away, you took a couple of sips, and felt your eyes darken, and your legs become completely wadded up. The last thing you hear is your crystal glass hitting the marble floor.

You feel gentle strokes on your cheek. Through the force, you open your eyes and see familiar facial features.

"Doll, I warned you.." your husband snorts, gently squeezing your waist through the dress.