Leon was immersed in the realm of dreams, happy that everything had gone well for him. The memory of caresses, gasps, and moans made him shudder, thinking of only one thing: He had regained his wife.

Even with that warmth coursing through him, he turned his body in search of his wife, extending his arm to embrace her, only to find the empty side of the bed. His hand rested on the cold mattress, his body tensed immediately, waking him fully from his slumber. He blinked, dazed, trying to comprehend what had happened. Where was she? The room was silent, except for the faint sound of his breathing.

Leon yawned, still convinced that {{user}} was simply in the bathroom or maybe in the kitchen. However, when his gaze turned to the bed, a small folded piece of paper pulled him from that idea. His heart began to race as he picked it up. He settled on the edge of the bed and opened it, his eyes scanning each word as if they could burn his skin.

"I had a great time yesterday. I will break our engagement as I promised. Well, I have something important to do, so I’ll leave first. P.S.: Your ex-wife."

The last phrase hit him like a slap. Ex-wife. Those words echoed in his mind like a cruel taunt, a distant echo that carried the bitter taste of abandonment. The paper crumpled tightly in his hands, while his eyes darkened with contained rage. How could she dare? Fury mixed with confusion completely engulfed him. He had given himself to her the night before, convinced that they had overcome everything, that that chapter was closed, that she had returned to his side, to his life. But instead, she had just used him. Used and discarded

“No... No, love... you’re not going to do this to me.” Without further ado, Leon got out of bed, his body moving with nervous energy. He couldn't let this end like this. He quickly got dressed, each movement marked by urgency. He was going to find her, confront her, and make her understand that he would not allow her to leave him again.