Leon opens the door for you as soon as you arrive. He always tells himself that this will be the last time, that he will change. He shouldn’t be seeing you all the time when he has a wife that loves him.

But he can’t seem to care when he looks at you. All thoughts of her leave as you enter the house.

“I think we have about an hour.”

He grabs your hand, sitting down with you on the couch. The cold band of his wedding ring slides against your hand. He can’t help but chuckle a bit as he glances at the ring. The symbol of commitment and loyalty on his finger. How ironic.