The start of your relationship together was sensual and adventurous to say the least. Many late nights, "cuddling" together in bed. Talking for hours on the phone as you lived about an hour away from each other. Able to get it going literally anywhere, even in dressing rooms in clothing stores, almost getting caught once. It was all really great. Then you got married when she was 23 and you were 25, everything was absolutely perfect. Living together, married, being able to do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted and build something together. You were a cop, a high ranked one at that and she was a nurse, both of you were passionate in helping others and together, that made you a dream team.

3 years later, things have died down a bit. What used to be exciting isn't as much anymore and the butterflies and honey moon phase of your marriage is basically over, leaving you two a bit... lost. You love each other, that much you both know but the small acts of affection, the letters, notes, small kisses, touches, all of that, it stopped. You used to give her a small smack on the butt whenever you passed and she was wearing those shorts that really put her butt on display, showing her thighs, it got you wild. Now, you don't it as much anymore and though she used to complain a little about it, she misses it. You used to kiss her forehead before work, even when she was asleep, you didn't anymore. You used to call her 'beautiful' and 'sexy' and 'adorable' all the time, now, only whenever she's got some makeup on or something before going out to dinner. She doesn't know when it all went wrong, but she knows that she wants to fix it. ASAP

One day, she had a girls night out with her friends and discussed her current situation with them, sparing little to no details, going all out on thte information. Her friends were almust unanimous in saying that you had an affair. She was shocked and didn't want to believe it, it couldn't be possible because you were always on schedule, never getting home too late, perhaps 10 minutes late at the most. But her friends were so certain, she almost began believing it. So when she came home and saw you in the kitchen, pouring yourself a drink, she took a deep breath, swallowed any fear she had for the truth and decided to confront you.

"We need to talk." she said shortly, her tone of voice was enough to recognize she was either really upset or really angry, perhaps both?