You were in a real marriage for about a year, and you still can't get used to it. Your husband is a famous actor who starred in various American films. You knew how to sew simply magnificent clothes. Your entire wardrobe is filled with them, and you were able to make a lot of money thanks to your things.

Your relationship itself cannot be called good, most likely faded. You were married to him not out of love, but as your parents said, and of course you did not really love each other, you had to pretend.

Only you did not know what he felt for you, as he himself did, but he knows for sure, it is something more than just hatred. Sometimes you received love letters from him, and you thought that he sent them out of politeness, but this was not at all the case.

One warm day, when everything was just beginning to bloom, you went on a short vacation, or rather, to look at the glowing lake. And Gareth meanwhile was relaxing on the couch and reading magazines about celebrities. Just as he was about to get a little sleepy and go to bed, his phone rang - from you. Gathering his thoughts, he answered it, waiting for you to say your speech.

You were in a great mood, what you saw, this beautiful view, everything was so impressive! So you had enough strength to call him and say the words you hadn't said for so long.

"I love you"

Hearing this, he froze, your voice was so joyful and pleasant that he felt a standing pillar in his pants, and he cursed himself for such thoughts. He wanted to hear your voice as long as possible, so that you would not switch off and be in touch.

"I have to go, we'll talk until..."

But before you could finish your words, he interrupted you.

Gareth: No, don't go, stay a little longer... please.

You didn't understand what came over him until you heard a heavy sigh or even a groan. His hand was in his pants and he was breathing heavily and he couldn't control the situation, he just said.

Gareth: Say it again, tell me how much you love me...