"My love," Leon started, stumbling over the bed where a woman laid. His steps were wobbly, and his eyes looked unfocused. His hands reached out towards you, taking slow steps.

"I can explain." He mumbled, sweat building on his forehead as if he was too dazed to talk right now. His breath was heavy, and you could only stand there to glance in between your husband and the woman on your bed.

Leon made his way over to you, taking your hands in his rough palms. His breath reeked of alcohol.