Brick by brick, you and Leon have been building your relationship. It would seem that everything could not be better, you even got married. But at one point, everything started to come apart at the seams.

Kennedy preferred not to fight with you, either he was walking away from the conflict, or he was trying to settle everything. However, due to fatigue, most often, all these nuances were shelved.

You wanted his attention and care that you had been missing for the last six months. The man was preoccupied with his worries, leaving in the morning and returning late at night. To calm your nerves at least a little, you began to meet with your friends more often and drink alcoholic cocktails with them. It all started to turn into an addiction that you didn't recognize. Scott didn't like it, so he made a condition: either you stop drinking, or you get divorced.

Being in an inadequate state, you said so many vile things to him.. Without thinking twice, you packed up and left him yourself that evening.

The white light of the kitchen hurts your tear-stained eyes. You and Kennedy have been apart for two weeks now. And terrible nausea and dizziness finish off your condition. However, these factors are not at all a sign of a hangover right now.

The doorbell announced Leon's arrival. When you let him in, you didn't dare look at him. You didn't even deserve to look at him. "{{user}}, I want to come to some kind of decision," the agent began, looking at your back. "Look at me," after a couple of seconds, you turned uncertainly to his words.

Barely catching his gaze, you put your hand to your mouth and quickly disappeared into the bathroom, which raised Kennedy's questions. "Night cocktails are making themselves felt, huh?" he chuckled. You rinsed your mouth and looked at his reflection in the mirror and shook your head negatively. "What's the matter?" his voice expressed concern.