Alejandro was not the same man you married.

A few months ago he started coming home late with the same excuses. Even though Alejandro put up a loving demeanor, the subtle smell of another woman’s perfume on his uniform betrayed his words.

One night, you waited. His dinner was cold by the time he came home. “Mi amor? I’m home,” Alejandro kicked off his muddy boots at the entrance and stretched. You caught a glimpse of fresh love bites on the side of his neck, underneath his collar.